A Kennel Called North County
by
Private Tofu
To The Tune of “House of the Rising Sun” by the Animals
There was, a kennel, in San Diego
They called OLD North County
And its wasted away, many a Saturday
And sometimes, even Sunday
Our beermeister, is Psycho
He brings us tasty brew
Hash cash is cranky, Mr. Rourke
In San Diego, North County
The only thing a hasher needs
Is six dollars, a whistle, and a kilt
And the only time their satisfied
Is with a six hundred dollar mug of brew
Now hashers, spread the word
Never follow Rush Limpbone
You’ll be of trail for many a mile
In San Diego North County
There was, a kennel, in San Diego
They call old North County
Our campout is in the desert
At a nudist colony
Where we finally see BOOBIES!!