Song Of The Salvation Army

We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band
To drive all the fruit cake from this wicked land

Away, away with rum, by gum
With rum, by gum, with rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
That's the song of the Salvation Army

We're going to ban fruit cake, it's chock full of rum
Just one single bite puts a man on the bum

Away, away with rum...

A man who eats fruit cake is a terrible disgrace
He rolls in the gutter with crumbs on his face

Away, away with rum...

Can you imagine a more horrible sight
Than a man who eats fruit cake until he is tight?

Away, away with rum...

A man who eats fruit cake leads a terrible life
He's cruel to his children and beats up his wife

Away, away with rum...

A man who eats fruit cake dies a horrible death
With the odour of raisins and rum on his breath

Away, away with rum, by gum
With rum, by gum, with rum, by gum
Away, away with rum, by gum
That's the song of the Salvation Army