CH3 Songs

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Songs from the Creek

From the Minefields

No Social Barriers

The Away-Day Song

Flush the Magic Toilet

From the Minefields
From the minefields of Fujairah,
To the sand dunes of Dubai.
There's a buzz going round the Emirates,
That the Creek are up on high.
All the other Hashes you can keep,
So boring they're a farce.
It's the Creek, Creek, Creek,
That's the one we seek,
Shove the rest right up your arse.
On On!!!

Down-Down Song
Here's to (name of person, or if more than 1, then "them cunts"),
He's (They're) a blue.
He's (They're) a bastard through and through.
He's (They're) a bastard so they say,
And he'll never go to Heaven in a long, long way.
Drink a Down, Down Down...... (until they down their drink)
Why was he born so beautiful?
Why was he born at all?
He's no fucking use to anyone,
He's no fucking use at all,
On On!!

No Social Barriers (Tune : "White Cliffs of Dover")
There'll be no social barriers
When the Creek Hash House Harriers
Go out and all get pissed again
There'll be jokes and laughter
And beer ever after
On Tuesdays right throughout the year
Old Pontiff will shag the sheep
And Quasi will walk the trail
And Snowprick will no doubt sleep
In a cell in Jumeirah jail

There'll be no social barriers
When the Creek Hash House Harriers
Go out and all get pissed again

Running Along (Tune : "Running along on the crest of a wave")
Running along on the crest of a dune
All the hashers call ON ON
Up to the checkpoint everyone goes
In the blazing sun
Checking was the call
Don't stand there doing fuck all
Running along on the Tuesday Hash
Trying to fix the trail

All the hashers call False Trail
The sound of the horn blown loud and clear
Makes the hashers turn away
Check back was the call
Don't stand there doing fuck all
Running along on the Tuesday Hash
Trying to fix the trail

Running along on the crest of a dune
All the hashers call ON IN
Thank God for that said a wimp from away
It's far too much for me
ON IN was the call
You racing bastard RA
Running along on the Tuesday Hash
Rerun all the trails

The Away-Day Song (Tune : "Macnamara's Band")
Our names are not important
We're the hash that's by the sea
We're not from Ras Al Khaimah
Nor from Budgie Land are we
We hate the fucking Desert
And Al Ain gives us the shits
And as for Abu Dhabi
Well, it really is the pits

We are the Creek
La La La La La etc...

Oh , the hares set off at a cracking pace
And the horns they blaze away
The Creek are on the trail again
To show you all the way
We've had some piss so listen to this
We make a lot of noise
But then you know where you should be
A-running with the boys

We are the Creek
La La La La La etc...

Flush the Magic Toilet (Tune : "Puff The Magic Dragon")
Oh Flush the Magic Toilet lived down by the Thames
And Frolicked in the autumn mist between Wapping and Southend
Flush the Magic Toilet flowed into the sea
Polluting all the beaches up for the folks like you and me

(Chorus)
Oh Flush the Magic Toilet the finest in the land
And alabaster cherubins adorned his marble stand
His pipes were made of silver, his cistern was the sameB
And down came sparkling water when you pulled his golden chain

Oh little Suzy Snodgrass whe used to flush everyday
She'd sit for hours and hours just to pass the time away
She's speak to him of magic things and marvel at his wit
And feed him pints of harpic when she went there for a shit

Chorus

Oh little Suzy Snodgrass she loved that rascal loo
And Flush loved little Suzy with a love deep and true
Yes he'd be there waiting, waiting for her to come
And how his little pipes would flow at the touch of Suzy's bum

Chorus

It was twenty yards to Flush from little Suzy's door
And an icy cold December night made Suzy rather sore
Then one dark day it happened the thing he'd feared they'd plan
They traded him in for an indoor loo with a central heated pan

Chorus

Now Flush he sat waiting, waiting for the end
Took an overdose of Harpic and went clean around the bend
And when he was sure there was no cure on that fateful day
He climbed into his sewage pipes and flushed himself away.

Chorus

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