First saw this printed in 'Sing Out' circa 1963, no mention of authorship, although they said 'popularized by Barbara Dane'.
Frank O'Reilly used to do it with the Union Folk, usually in a different key to what the band were playing in!

We don't allow massage, stiff muscles to cure,
Those alcohol rubs turn a man to a boor,
Oh can you imagine the terrible fate,
Of a man being massaged 'til he can't stand up straight!

Sung with (un)suitable gestures it usually brings the house down.

FC