I'm a Red Cock
Words by Basket
Tune: I am a rock
 by Simon & Garfunkel


A Monday night,
On a cold and wet December,
I am alone.
Breaking through the ice into the water below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I'm a Red Cock; I Hash in Rhode Island!
We've climbed walls,
And fences topped with wire,
That rips open my skin.
Blood runs down my leg. I don't cry out in pain.
But at in the Circle, I'll call the Hare to blame.
I'm a Red Cock; I Hash in Rhode Island!
Don't talk of PABST
It's crap and we don't drink like Boston
On Tuesday, there's no memory.
I won't drink anymore, pain from the night before
If I didn't drink, wouldn't wake up on the floor.
I'm a Red Cock; I Hash in Rhode Island!
We have whiskey,
And the songs we sing for pleasure.
We are shielded from the cops.
Hiding behind the trailhead, posing like a tree,
I see no one and no one sees me.
I'm a Red Cock; I Hash in Rhode Island!
And a Red Cock has half a brain
And Rhody will never die, like Newport