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Hi Ho Hi Ho

Hi HO! Hi HO!

It’s off to the burlesque show,
We’ll sit up front, To see their cunts,
Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO!

At half past eight, We’ll masturbate. . .Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO!

We’re small on wits, But big on tits. Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO!

We’ll drop our drawers

And fuck some whores.

Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO!

At 10 ’til 8, We’ll fornicate.

Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO!

I paid my buck,

Now where’s my fuck.

Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO! Hi HO!

Between the legs, of each bimbo
there's a flavor, I want to know
I'll lick yours, and you suck mine,
Oh the wonders, of 69

We all love our magic 69
Cum juice semen wine
Tuna soaked in brine
To laugh to sing today to 69
Isn't it de vine
The magic 69

Oh your breath, it will smell
And your dentist can always tell
because your teeth, they will gleam
With your lover's fresh new cream

We all love our magic 69
Cum juice semen wine
Tuna soaked in brine
To laugh to sing today to 69
Isn't it de vine
The magic 69

Love me tender Love me sweet
Wrap your lips around my meat
Watch me shiver, watch me grin
As my cum runs down down down down down down

Nibblin' on orange food,

hounds are all screwed
All of those hashers

covered with mud
Put on this merkin,

suck on my gherkin
They all said my trail was a dud

Wastin' time again

on some shitty trail
Searchin' for the next fuckin mark
Some hashers claim

that there's a shortcut to blame
But I know it's the hounds own fault

Don't know the reason,

hash every season
Nothin' to show

but this brand new scar
It's a real cutie, an oozing beauty
It got here by running your trail

Wastin' time again

on some shitty trail
Searchin' for the next fuckin mark
Some hashers claim

that it’s the hares to blame
But I know it's the shortcutters fault

I blew out my left knee,

rammed into a tree
Cut my heel had to call for some help
There's beer at the ending,

soon I’ll be tending
That cold drink we call a down-down

Wastin' time again

on some shitty trail
Searchin' for the next fuckin mark
Some hashers claim

that there's no flour on trail
But I know it's the FRB’s fault

Some hashers say

that there's a shortcut to blame
But I know it's the hares damn fault

I'm hashing
I'm feeling glad
They've got flour
in their bag
This trail is
Way to long
Oh look there's
the next on-on

I'm hashing
I'm feeling glad
I've got beer
In my hand
I'm drinking
and before long
I'll need more
'cause it'll be gone
yes it'll be gone

Drink it Down, down, down

Down, down, down, down.

Twenty twenty twenty more

down downs to go,
I wanna be Hulk Hogan
Nothin’ to do nowhere to go
I wanna be Hulk Hogan
So put me in a wheelchair
And push me down the trail
Hurry hurry hurry
Before my kidneys fail
I’m feelin’ kind of gassy,

I’m feelin’ kind of frail
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Down down down down, down down down down down,
I wanna be Hulk Hogan