I leanred this version at summer camp once:

It was vinter in the valley green and the vind blew on the vindowpanes
And all the vomen in the vaudeville wrote philosophy in the vestibule
Copenhagen was taken, hoorah, hoorah (twice)

And all the shtrange people shtood up in the shteeple and shpit on the people below. *POOEY*
AAAA vomen... AAAAmen!

Octelebra August, September, October
No wonder we are sober, WE AIN'T GOT NO BEER!

My little brother Hymie by the window stood
He saw a tree there standing
And on the tree a peach there hanging
He LOOKED the window out
He LEANED the window out
He FELL the window out
He died, he did, he died of a broken rib he did (twice)

We are the boys on the bowling green, bowling green, bowling green... (twice)
Boys, don't bowl on the green!
The green is for the king
The king is for the queen
The queen is for the prince!
Prince? What prince?
Fingerprints? Nahhh
Footprints? Nahhh
Here, Prince!

The moral of the story is to be able to distinguish the difference between asthma (inhale) and passion (exhale)

How's you mudder?