SFH3 Run #1902: The Big Gay Mustache R*n
: 11/12/2018
: Washington Square
: Chicken Bone Her
: Do Her Well

No I'm not tryin' to be rude,

But my lungs are feeling ‘ew’

The trail led us through the stew

In a neverending loop

That's why I'm all up in yo grill

Tryna get you to circle

You must be a football coach

The way you getting those down-downs

So baby gimme that beer near

Lemme give you that drink drink

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

We were gone in a dash

While we felt that beer splash

It's the remix to the eagle

Running like it’s illegal

Do Her Well rolling that ass

Working hard on her Kegels

Sippin' on Hand Pump’s rum

We’re like so what we’re drunk

It's SFH3 baby

We’re about to have us some fun

Down Down Down Down Down Down Down

Down Down Down

Can’t Eat Pussy’s on the trail

Dick Ass is on his tail

Just Doesn’t Get It took the wrong turn

But still got beer without fail

Chicken Bone Her’s got a feelin'

No more hopin' and wishin'

She’s gonna take that trail map and

Fuck those eagles when they’re bitch’n

So baby gimme that beer near

Lemme give you that drink drink

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

We were gone in a dash

While we felt that beer splash

It's the remix to the eagle

Running like it’s illegal

Tuna on Top calling crimes out

Finding staches’ tall and regal

Udder Moron took a cut

The Perfect Woman took a Coit
Who’s Your Daddy tripped them both up

Sneaky marks made him strut.

But it's SFH3 baby

We’re about to have us some fun

So baby gimme that beer near

Lemme give you that drink drink

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

We were gone in a dash

While we felt that beer splash

It's the remix to the eagle

Running like it’s illegal

Good Shit’s got the angle

Fuck Norris flew fast as seagulls

Mouthin’ some sweet white balls,

Muff Daddy said were too small

It's SFH3 baby

We’re about to have us some fun

It's the remix to the eagle

Running like it’s illegal

Backside Banger’s PTA trick

Roman Shower’s gonna steal

But Rent Whore has a tip

The Guzz opens his lips

Asks of Dick Simmons

“Think my mustache is gonna slip?”

So baby gimme that beer near

Lemme give you that drink drink

Runnin' her hands through my 'stache

We were gone in a dash

While we felt that beer splash

Massive Cock Check from down under

Might have made a blunder

Trading shirts with Vagina Dentata

That might have made us wonder

But then Princess Labia

Told a joke that’d slay ‘ya

And The Uniballer’s Pre-K crafts entertained us all night

And after the circle it’s the on after

And after the on after it’s another on after

Then you take it to your home and let the vomit spatter

And when you wake up you know deep down that nothing else matters.

Down Down Down Down Down Down Down

Down Down Down

We gonna trash it up now.