Dayton Songs

The Dayton Song

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power in late May of 2001.

This song is sung to the tune of “Caissons Song” from the Army. You know, ‘over hill, over dale, we have hit the dusty trail’.

Searching hard, to no avail.
Where the hell’s the fucking trail.
We’re from Dayton, so give us a beer.

Heaven knows, we’re half wits.
We just want to see your tits.
We’re from Dayton, so give us a beer.

We just want to say, hey, DECOC all the way.
Naked fire jumping makes us hot. Woo!
We’re a drunken crew, and we know Steamer too.
We’re from Dayton, so give us a beer.


Dayton Song Library


A Hasher’s Life For Me

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power in May of 2003 for the Costa Rica Inter America’s Hash. The music is from “A Pirates Life for Me” by Walt Disney Studios.

On on, on on a hasher’s life for me
On on on on gimme a beer or three

A hashing life is a really good life
A shiggying partying hell raising life
Drink up you hashers drink up

On on, on on a hasher’s life for me
On on on on gimme a beer or three

The Okinawans throw a good hash
Prelubes a gas ’cause you get really trashed
Drink up you Oki’s drink up

On on, on on a hasher’s life for me
On on on on gimme a beer or three

The Fat Boys are here & we’re friendly ole scamps
We drink till we drop & we never leave camp
Drink up to Zippy drink up

On on, on on a hasher’s life for me
On on on on gimme a beer or three

Our bimbos are beauties & quite fancy free
So show off your titties & cute little kitties
Drink up you bimbos drink up

On on, on on a hasher’s life for me
On on on on gimme a beer or three

Thank you for having us here in your town
We’ll stay here till the beer is all gone
Drink up you wankers drink up

On on, on on a hasher’s life for me
On on on on gimme a beer or three


Baby Won’t You Blow

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power on the infamous Hash Train at the Great Lakes Interhash of 2000 near Cleveland, OH.

This song is sung to the tune of “Dinah”

I’ve been screwing in the rail car,
Ten guys in one day.
I’ve been screwing in the rail car,
I’ll go all the way.
Bob the conductor’s in my back door,
The engineer’s stroking ‘tween my thighs,
The brakeman is sucking on my nipples
and they all were heard to say

Baby won’t you blow, baby won’t you blow,
Baby won’t you blow my ho-o-orn.
Baby won’t you blow, baby won’t you blow,
Baby won’t you blow my horn.

I ride the train when I travel.
I never pay, oh no ho ho ho.
I ride the train when I travel
And the crew they all ride me o-o-o.

Hey, you, suck on my toes.
Let’s put that shaft where it go ho ho hoes.
We can have a wild ride,
On the Cuyahoga train.


Balls To Mr. Bengelstein

Tune: Ach, Du Lieber, Augustin

Balls to Mr. Bengelstein, Bengelstein, Bengelstein,
Balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.

He sits on the steeple and shits on the people,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.

He keeps us all waiting while he’s masturbating,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.

He tried Mrs. Bengelstein, bur she’s old and rotten in-between,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.

He ups and he downs them, he fucking well grounds them,
So, balls to Mr. Bengelstein, dirty old man.


Black Leather Band

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power in mid-May of 2001

This song is sung to the tune of “Black Velvet Band” by the Irish Rovers.

Chorus:
Oh the moonlight gleamed off her peircings,
The mistress was queen of the land
And her whip cracked down as I lay there
Tied up in her black leather band.

In a fun little town called Gomorra
In leather and chain I was bound.
And many an hour of sweet happiness
I spent there while I was tied down.

She liked to go strutting down Main Street,
With me in a muzzle and chains
Reined in by that leather clad damsel
Who’s whip caused such pleasure and pain.

Chorus

I gave my all just to please her
As I fed her peeled grapes and I fanned
I groveled to earn the privilege,
Of wearing her black leather band.

One day I came to my senses
And the handcuffs came off of my hands
I left her spread out on her torture rack.
Tied up with her own leather band.

Chorus

So come all you randy young fellows
I’d have you take warning by me
Seduced by the lure of depravity
You forget that the pleasures not free.

She’ll strip your pride and your manhood
If you give her that power you see
So just use her as long as you like, me boys
Then turn her right over your knee.

Chorus, twice


Brother Hasher

Here’s to brother hasher,
Bother hasher, brother hasher,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.
He’s happy, he’s jolly,
He’s fucked up by golly,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.
So drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Here’s to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.


Do Your Tits Hang Low

Do your tits hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Do you get a funny feeling?
When you smack them on the ceiling?
You’ll never be a hasher,
If your tits hang low.


Dough, Ray, Me

Dough, the stuff, that buys me beer,
Ray, the guy who serves me beer,
Me, the guy, who drinks me beer,
Fa, a long way to the john,
So, I’ll have another beer,
La, la la la la la laaaaa,
Tea, no thanks I’ll have a beer,
And that brings us back to,
Down down down down


Don’t Mess My Hairdo

Catwoman first heard this performed by Rose Eh and Sex Toy of the Toronto H3 at a Pittsburgh campout around 1996.

This song is sung quickly to the tune of “the Bonanza Theme Song”

Get it up, get it in, get it out
Don’t mess my hairdo
You’ve got a dick, but you should lick
Move that tongue around

Hit the spot, make me hot,
I will scream out loud
Get it up, get it in, get it out
Don’t mess my hairdo
You’ve got a dick, but you should lick
Move that tongue around

Suck my toes, insert your hose
make my juices flow
Get it up, get it in, get it out
Don’t mess my hairdo
You’ve got a dick, but you should lick
Move that tongue around

When I have cum, and I am done
We’ll start another round
Get it up, get it in, get it out
Don’t mess my hairdo
You’ve got a dick, but you should lick
Move that tongue around


Down Your Beer

Down, down, down your beer,
To pay for your crime,
Don’t complain about the taste,
There’s no sperm this time.


El Camino

CHORUS
El Camino, El-el Camino,
El Camino, El-el Camino,

Well the front is like a car,
And the back is like a truck,
The front is where you drive,
And the back is where you… (chorus)

ADDITIONAL VERSES:

You can drive to the brothel,
You can drive it to the store,
The front you fill with groceries,
The back you fill with… (chorus)

Well the front is where you fuck,
And the back is where you fuck,
The front is where you fuck,
And the back is where you… (chorus)

The back rides high,
And the front rides low,
I’ll give you a free ride,
If you give me a… (chorus)

You can pay with weed,
Or you can pay with gas,
If you don’t have either,
Then you can pay with… (chorus)

You can take out classy ladies,
You can take out dirty sluts,
In the front you kiss them softly,
In the back you do their… (chorus)

You can drive an automatic,
Or you can drive a stick,
Doesn’t matter how you drive it,
Cause you’ll still suck my… (chorus)


Friendly Little Cat

An Old Blues Tune from the 1920’s or so.

Listen to Catwoman sing it.

Kitty Cat sittin’ in the parking lot.
Sun came out and the pussy got hot.
Hot pussy, such a friendly little cat
MMMMMM hot pussy

Kitty Cat came on to my front porch.
Rain came down and the pussy got wet.
Wet pussy, such a friendly little cat.
MMMM hot wet pussy.

Kitty cat got in to my liquor one night.
Drank all my whiskey and the pussy got tight.
Tight pussy, such a friendly little cat
MMM hot wet tight pussy

Kitty cat climbed into my rocking chair
Rocked so hard that she rocked herself bare.
Bald pussy, such a friendly little cat.
Hot, wet, tight, bald pussy.
I said hot wet tight bald pussy.


Hasher’s Anthem

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power for a Pittsburgh weekend in 1997.

This song is to the tune of “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy”

I’m a dirty smelly hasher
Chasing hares is what I do
I check down trails in the afternoon
Drink by the light of the moon
I love mud and blood and brambles
Toxic waste and smelly goo
Dirty shoes, & bloody knees and a real bad case of scabbies
I am a Hasher
How ’bout you?

I’m a drunken beer soaked Hasher
Draining kegs is what I do
For breakfast I must have some oatmeal stout
For lunch it’s a Guinnes or two
For dinner I must do some thinking
Sam’s or Pete’s or maybe microbrew
But when I’m Hashing give me Schaeffer
Give me Busch or Miller
’cause I am a drunken Hasher
Are you a drunken Hasher?
I am a drunken Hasher too!

I’m a horney sex starved Hasher ———–(any town and rhyming hasher name)
Chasing tail is what I do ———————-(can be used in the next 2 lines such as)
I came to Dayton just to get a lay ———-(I came to D.C. just to get a lay)
Ended up screwing a ewe ——————–(Ended up with Pay Per View)
I love kinky sex and spankings
Navel shots and butt chugs too
Give me dildos
Give me butt plugs
Give me whips and bondage
‘Cause I am a horney Hasher
Are you a horney Hasher
I am a horney Hasher too!!!


Hash-Tones

Hash-Tones, meet the Hash-Tones,
They’re the biggest drunks in history.
From, the, town of Dayton,
We’re the leaders in debauchery.

Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years,
Watch us, as we down a lot of beers.

Down down, down down down down,
down down down down down down down,
down down down down down,
down down doooowwnn dooooowwwwnn down!


Here’s To The Hares

Here’s to the hares,
They’re true blue,
They are hashers,
Through and through,
They are pisspots,
So they say,
They tried to go to heaven,
But they went the other way.


He’s The Meanest

He’s the meanest,
He sucks the horse’s penis,
He’s the meanest,
He’s the horse’s ass.

Ever since he found it,
All he does is pound it,
He’s the meanest,
He’s the horse’s ass.


If Your Girlfriend Tastes Like Shit

If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over,
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over,
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, it’s her asshole not her clit,
If your girlfriend tastes like shit, roll her over.


It’s A Small Dick

Well it’s not long and it’s not thick,
It gets hard too slow and cums too quick,
It gets lost in her twat,
But it’s all that he’s got,
It’s a small dick after all.
It’s a small dick after all,
It’s a small dick after all,
It’s so small from alcohol,
It’s a small, small, dick!


Jack

My name is Jack (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
I’m a necrophiliac (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
I fuck dead women (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
And I fill ’em full of jism (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah).

I get frustrated (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
When they’re cremated (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Try as I must (nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
I can’t fuck dust!
Twice!


Let’s Screw

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power during Daytona Beach Bike Week Hash, 1998.

This song is to the tune of “I’m Late” from Alice in Wonderland
This song should be sung very fast.

Let’s Screw
Let’s Screw
I want a piece of you
No time to say hello goodbye
Let’s screw let’s screw let’s screw

And bring some brew
At least a case or two
I’ll need lots of sex and beer
to spend my time with you

I’m horny as a three-balled tom
I’ve got to get some sex
Right now I’d screw most anything
I’d even screw my ex

So won’t you come with me
as long as it’s for free
No time to say hello goodbye
Let’s screw let’s screw let’s screw


Number One

You’re not number five,
Number four,
Number three,
Number two,
You’re number one!


Peter Penis

My boyfriend has a first name,
It’s P E T E R,
My boyfriend has a second name,
It’s P E N I S.

I love to eat him every day,
And if you ask me why I’ll say…

‘Cause Peter Penis has a way,
With my V A G I N A!


Pissanya

Pissanya, Pissanya, Pissanya
In Russian, that means, I love you.
If I had my way I’d Pissanya all day.
Pissanya, Pissanya, Pissanya

Shitanya, Shitanya, Shitanya
In Russian, that means, I love you.
If I had my way I’d Shitanya all day.
Shitanya, Shitanya, Shitanya

Cumanya, Cumanya, Cumanya
In Russian, that means, I love you.
If I had my way I’d Cumanyaall day.
Cumanya, Cumanya, Cumanya


Put Your Left Leg Over My Shoulder

Put your left leg over my shoulder,
Put your right leg over my shoulder,
Mmmph Mmmmph Mmmmph Mmmmph Mmmmph


Quit Yer Bitchin’

We’re glad you’ve finally shut up,
We’re glad you’ve quit yer bitchin’!
So drink your beer, get out of here,
And get back in the kitchen!


Returner

Where, oh where, were you last week?
Why did you leave, the hash all alone?
You fat lazy bastard, you weren’t even here,
So we fucked all the virgins and drank all the beer!


Rubber Dildo

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power for the 1998 USA Nash Hash.

This song is sung to the tune of “Rubber Ducky” (by the Muppets)

Rubber dildo, you’re the one
You make showers lots of fun
Rubber dildo I’m awfully fond of you
Boop boop e doo

Rubber dildo, shaft of joy
You’re a woman’s favorite toy
Rubber dildo you’re my very best friend it’s true
ooh ooh ah ooh

Every night when I
Start to play with my buddy
I am so dog gone happy that
I’m not stuck with a hubby
rub a dub dubby

Rubber dildo, you’re so fine
I’m so thankful that you’re mine
Rubber dildo I think I’m in love with
Rubber dildo I’d like a whole drawer of
Rubber dildo I think I’m in love with you


Sex Is Good

To the tune of “This Old Man”

Sex is good, sex is fine,
Take it supine or a little 69
Just for fun, or if you’re getting paid,
Everybody loves getting laid!


Short Cutter’s Tale

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power in 2005 for the Toronto Inter America’s Hash. The music is that of “Wild Rover”.

I’ve been a wild hasher for many a year
I’ve run lots of trails for the fun and the beer
I came to the hash on one fine summer day
The hares gave a chalk talk and then were away

Well it’s no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

We were in a section of town I knew well
That the hares could elude me, there’s no way in hell
The hares headed east but I sped to the west
The pack told me “no” but of course I knew best

Well it’s no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

They would head to the tunnel all dark, damp and drear
I would wait by the exit for them to appear
I spotted some flour and I was so glad
But after an hour I knew I’d been had

Well it’s no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

Quick as a rabbit I headed on back
To try to catch up with the back of the pack
I looked ‘cross the river and by a saloon
Was the whole bloody pack showing me the full moon

Well it’s no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short-cutter, no never no more

It took me forever to get to that bar
To get ‘cross the river I had to run far
The pack had all left me now this is just crap
Ne’er again will I fall for a short-cutters trap

Well it’s no nay never, no nay never no more
Will I be a short cutter, no never no more


Short Hymn

Him, him,
Fuck him!


Short Song

This is your down-down song,
It isn’t very long.


Soldier Song

Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be,
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee,
For cunt, for cunt, for country and for queen,
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole,
A soldier I will be.


So Stupid

Somebody told me,
that you were so stupid,
but I didn’t believe them,
but now I believe them.

Somebody told me,
that you were so stupid,
but I didn’t believe them,
but now I believe them.

You’re not cool!


They Ought To Be Publicly Pissed Upon

They ought to be publicly pissed upon,
They ought to be publicly shot – Bang Bang!
They ought to be tied to a urinal,
And left there to fester and rot.


Tiny Thing

Written by Sandi “Catwoman” Power in August of 2005 for the Toronto Inter America’s Hash. The music is from “Finger In”.

When he was a little tot
He found his ding a ling
And every night in his wee cot
He’d rub his tiny thing

Tiny thing,
Tiny thing,
He’d rub his tiny thing.

He’s older now
A man full grown
He thinks that he’s Tarzan
But when he lays his lady down
She calls him “Minute Man”

Minute Man,
Minute Man,
She calls him “Minute Man”.

He’s withered now,
He’s old and gray
His bone gives him the blues
It used to rise up with the day
Now it looks down at his shoes.

At his shoes,
At his shoes,
It looks down at his shoes.


Twenty Toes

The name of the game is twenty toes,
It’s played all over the town.
The girls play the game with ten toes up,
And the boys with ten toes down down down down…


Whip It Out At The Ball Game

Whip it out at the ball game,
Wave it ’round at the crowd,
Dip it in peanuts and Crackerjacks,
I don’t care if you give it a whack,
Because it’s –
Beat your meat at the ball game,
If you don’t cum it’s a shame,
For it’s one, two,
You’re covered in goo,
At the old ball game!


Why Was He Born So Beautiful

Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was he born at all? I don’t know!
He’s no fuckin’ use to anyone,
He’s no fuckin’ use at all.
He may be a joy to his mother,
But he’s a pain in the asshole to me.