I am eternally thankful to the Catter who pointed out a link to "Hash Songs" last year. It got me into the HHH, connected to people who sing my kind of songs (raunchy), drink my kind of beer (homebrew), and who genuinely trash folks who whine. It also got me out of the litter box, out of your hair, and into humanity, health and happiness. No modem necessary. Worldwide in all major cities. Here a couple from the Christmas Eve ....2000 Hebrew Hash

THANX

RINGADANGDOO

Tune: My Ding-A-Ling

The ringadangdoo, pray what is that?
It's furry and soft, like a pussy cat,
It's got a crack down the middle, ,
And a hole right through, ,
That's what they call the Ringadangdoo

I once knew a girl, her name was _________.
The sweetest girl I'd ever seen,
She loved a boy, who was straight and true,
Who longed to play on her Ringadangdoo.

So she took him to her father's house,
And crept inside as quiet as a mouse,
And they shut the door and the window too,
And he played all night on her Ringadangdoo.

The very next day her father said,
"You've gone and lost your maidenhead!
You can pack your bags and suitcase, too,
And bugger off with your Rinadangdoo.

So she went to twon and became a whore,
And hung a red light outside her door,
And one by one and two by two,
They came to play on her Ringadangdoo.

She charged three for two
And two for three
Then the hasher came and the hasher went
Then the price went down to 50 cents.

There came to that town a son of a bitch
Who had the pox and the seven-year-itch
He had gonorrhea and syphilis too –
So that was the end of her Ringadangdoo.