(To the tune of Mockingbird)

Hush little hasher, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna lay you a steaming turd

And if that steaming turd don’t stink
Mama’s gonna pour you a whiskey drink

And if that whiskey drink’s not strong
Mama’s gonna fill you a big ol’ bong

And if that big ol’ bong won’t light
Mama’s gonna stage you a gladiator fight

And if those gladiators don’t entertain
Mama’s gonna buy you a sex club train

And if that sex club train’s too short

Mama’s gonna buy you a case of Malort
And if a whole case of Malort’s not enough

Mama’s gonna quit fucking buying you stuff