Scorin' at the Hash Bash


We got an eight ball spinning
Heading for the corner
Johny drinks his malt liquor
And Rachel takes a drag

The hash ball's rockin
Smoking people out
There's belly dancers with bells
Dancing through the haze

The other people laugh
Harder than you
You choke and hack
The stories held true

We got a glass of teas
Sliding off the table
No one gives a fuck
The band keeps on playing

The announcer has a bong
And he's screaming at the pigs
A topless teeny bopper
Gets hurled into the wigs
(We took the girls back to the moterhome
Yeah, we scored on the side of the road)