It’s close to midnight, there’s something evil lurking in the park.
Under full moon light a freaky, mad hare leads you through the dark.
You start to run, but, oops, the trail has led you down a dead end.
You stand there stunned, as whistles fade into the foggy night, and no one’s in sight,
You’re at the Hollow Weenie Hash
And everyone’s got horns and hats and scary monster masks.
‘Cause it’s the Hollow Weenie Hash
Your running through the night inside a fool moon, hollow, weenie!
You grabbed a costume, and showed up at the Sycamore Shelter
(That’s at Cascades Park, near the Tibetan Culture Center).
You paid 6 bucks, unless you were a virgin then you paid none, [cheap!]
To test your luck, you ditched your friends and zenned it off the trail, shortcutter fail!
‘Cause it’s the Hollow Weenie Hash
And trail can trick you more than any ruhypnol would dare try
Hollow Weenie Hash
Your running through the night inside a fool moon, hollow, weenie!
As darkness falls this Monday night,
There will be trail both left and right,
As through the shiggy you will roam
and pray that you may make it home.
We’ll meet at 7 as it gets dark
At the Sycamore Shelter in Cascades Park.
Your hares will be Handhersome Pooper, Just Danielle,
And at least one mystery hare, as well.
And as you run through burl and briar
In your spooky (or slutty) attire
You’ll find some tricks and treats along the way
And beer to quench your thirst away.
Cum on down and join the fun
No costume’s too unseemly.
For no mere wanker can resist
The Hollow of the Weenie.
