It’s five O’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd gathers near
There’s an old man standing next to me
White with flour and drinking a beer

He says son can you set me a shitty trail
I’m not really sure how it goes
But there’s shiggy and drink
And a beer check, I think
And no one is wearing their clothes

Set us a trail your the Hasher man
Set us a trail tonight
Cause we’re all in the mood for  a full-moon run
And you’ve got us feeling all right.