Sing a Song of Six Checks
Sing a song of six checks,
A pocket full of flour,
Four-and-twenty hashers,
Hashing for an hour.
And when they found the beer stop,
There wasn't any there.
All agreed to go On-In
And lynch the goddamn hare(s)!
A pocket full of flour,
Four-and-twenty hashers,
Hashing for an hour.
And when they found the beer stop,
There wasn't any there.
All agreed to go On-In
And lynch the goddamn hare(s)!