Melody – “British Grenadier”
Some die from drinking water
Some die from drinking beer
Some die from dehydration
And some from diarrhea
But of all the world’s diseases
There’s none that can compare
To the drip drip drip
Of a syphilitic prick
Of a Hash House Harrier!
When he goes forth in battle
His weapon in his hand
The girls they fall like cattle
There’s none who can withstand
But when the campaign’s over
Is then he feels so queer
From the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick
Of a Hash House Harrier!
And when he does retire
To take his well-earned rest
There burns an ancient fire
To do what he does best
And yet, the truth is bitter
There’s one thing he does fear
It’s the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick
Of a Hash House Harrier!