HAshers Sing the Blues

By

Basket Boom Boom

 

AIN'T MISBEHAVIN' (I'M SAVIN' MY BEER FOR ME)
Thomas Waller / Harry Brooks / Andy Razaf

No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to drink with, but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin', I'm savin' my beer for me.

I know for certain the beer I love
I'm through with flirtin', it's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't Antisocial, I'm savin' my beer for me.

Like Jack Horner in the corner
don't go nowhere, what do I care
Your taste is worth waitin' for . . . Believe me.

I don't stay out late, it may sound queer.
I'm home about 8, just me and my favorite beer.
Ain't Misbehavin', I'm savin' my beer for me.


RUNNING THE HASH AGAIN

Sung to tune of Falling in Love Again
F. Hollander / S. Lerner

Running the hash again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
Can't help it

Hashin's always been my game
Play it as I may
I was born that way
Can't help it

Bimbos flock around me
Like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn
I know I'm not to blame

I'm HASHINí
Can't help it


GOD BLESS THE HASHER

Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr.

Them that's fast shall get
Them that's not shall lose
The Hash Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the hasher that's got his own
That's got his own beer.

Yes, the FRBís gets more
While the DFL ones fade
Wankers don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the hasher that's got his own
That's got his own beer.

Beer Keg, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, drinkiní ends
They don't come no more
Other hashers give
Crap beer and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the hasher that's got his own
That's got his own beer.

Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the hasher that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own beer.


I COVER THE WATERFRONT

Johnny W. Green / Edward Heyman

Away from the city that hurts and knocks,
I'm standing alone by the desolate docks
in the still and the chill of the night
I see the horizon the great unknown
my heart has an ache
it's as heavy as stone
with the dawn coming on, make it last

I cover the waterfront
I'm lookiní for flour
Will the beer I love
Be found this hour

I cover the waterfront
In search of my beer
An I'm covered
By the shaggy thatís dear

Here am I
Patiently waiting
Hoping and longing
Oh how I yearn
Where are you
Have you thought back time
Will you remember
Will you return

Will the beer I love
Be coming back
To me


I GOTTA RIGHT TO SING THE BLUES

Harold Arlen / Ted Koehler

I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to moan inside
I gotta right to sit and cry
Down around the river
A certain man in this little town

Keeps draggin' my poor heart around
All I see for me is misery

I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to moan inside
I gotta right to sit and cry
Down around the river
A certain man in this little town

Soon that deep blue sea
Will be callin' me
It must be love say what you choose
I gotta right to sing the blues
I gotta right to sing the blues

I gotta right to moan and cry
I gotta sit and sigh

Down around the river
Soon that deep blue sea
Will be callin' me

It must be love say what you choose
I gotta right to sing the blues

There's nothing left for me
I'm full of misery
I gotta right to sing the blues


GOOD MORNING HEADACHE

Irene Higginbotham / Ervin Drake / Dan Fisher

Good morning headache
Please donít speak
Good morning heartache
Thought we said goodbye last week
I Hashed and Drank all night long.
But here you are with the dawn
Wish I forget you, but you're here to stay
It seems I met you
When my beer went away
Now everyday I stop I'm saying to you
Good morning headache what's new

Stop haunting me now
Can't shake you no how
Just leave me alone
I've got Hash Monday blues
Straight to Sunday blues
Good morning headache
Here we go again
Good morning headache
You're the one
Who knows me well
Might as well get use to you hanging around
Good morning headache
Sit down


MY BROWN TO YOU

Leo Robin / Richard Whiting / Ralph Rainger

Who do you think is comin' to town
You'll never guess who
Lovable, hugable Basketís Brown
My Brown to you
What if the rain comes pattering down
My heaven is blue
Can it be sending me Basketís Brown
My Brown to you
I know her eyes will thrill ya
But go slow, oh, oh
Don't you all get too familiar
Why do you think she's comin' to town
Just wait and you'll see
The lovable little Basketís Brown to you
Is baby to me, yes, yes
Mark it down


THESE FOOLISH THINGS

Jack Strachey / Harry Link / Holt Marvell / Eric Maschwitz

Lipstick's traces on an old French letter.
A case of you know what, that wonít get better.
Oh how my foreskin stings.
These foolish things remind me of you.

And when I awoke upon the morning after.
I saw your tits and and wet my self with laughter.
Oh how that left one swings.
These foolish thing remind me of you.

A tampon floating in a toilet bowl.
A pubic hair on a breakfast roll.
The bed with squeaking spring.
These foolish thing remind me of you.