Pick 'n Choose

Song List

Here are a few new songs. LEARN 'EM!

For a pretty extensive list of songs, check out the Chicago H3's Down-down song page here.

Ball Game

Tune: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Whip it out at the ball game

Wave it round at the crowd

Dip it in peanuts and crackerjack

I don't care if you give it a whack

'Cause it's beat your meat at the ball game

If you don't come it's a shame

For it's one, two, you're covered in goo

At the old ball game.

My Name is Jack

Tune: Miss Mary Mack

My name is Jack (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I'm a necrophiliac (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I fuck dead women (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

And I fill 'em full of jism (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah).

I get frustrated (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

When they're cremated (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

Cause try as I must (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I can't fuck dust!

Each time I pass a cemetary gate,

I whip it out and masterbate.

My name is Judy (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

My favorite stiff's a beauty (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

Though his pecker's soft and thin (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I find his femur slips right in. (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah).

Most girls like their guys aware (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

Me, I prefer Joe's lifeless stare (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

Don't you call me a ghoul (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

Just 'cause my Joe's real cool!

Every time I pass the mortuary gate,

My vagina starts to lubricate!

My name is Mary (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I met my lover through an obituary (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

So what if he's dead (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

At least he doesn't fart in bed. (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah).

I like his leathery skin (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I can poke it with a pin (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

And when worms come out his butt (nah-na-nah-na-nah-na-nah),

I just feed them to the mutt!

Every time I see a crematory urn,

My genitals begin to burn!

Sex and Beer!

 

 

An Dem Bier

Tune: The Ode to Joy

Lyrics: Splat

How much beer has he been drinking?

He is looking really lit.

As we sing here aren't we thinking,

"Do we really give a shit?"

Who's this wanker, so unseemly,

That his mom would surely frown?

Grab that beer and hold it firmly,

Drink it, drink it, down down down!

 

No Sheep 'Till Buxton!

 

 

This Hasher

Tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home

This Hasher's been whacking off again, hurrah, hurrah!

This Hasher's been whacking off again, hurrah, hurrah!

This Hasher's been whacking off again,

So give him a drink or he'll start it again,

And we'll keep him busy,

Drinking it down, down, down!

 

Twenty Pints of Boddingtons

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