We are the Boulder Hashers,
And we’re glad that we are here,
We’ll out-sing your Songmeister,
We’ll drink all your beer,
We’ll fuck everybody,
Then we’ll puke in your car,
We are the Boulder Hashers,
We’re the best Hash by far!
We are the Boulder Hashers,
And we run the hills by night.
We’re up and down the alleyways,
We know the hares by sight.
We’re just a pack of randy hounds,
Who run from far to near.
We are the Boulder Hashers,
So just pass another beer.
(To the tune and most of the words of the Boulder Flatlander Anthem.)