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!!