Here's the tame version. I have to key in the other version and it's quite lengthy. Risqué is too mild a word for that one.

LILY THE PINK
CHORUS: Oh, we'll drink a drink, a drink,
To Lily the Pink, the Pink, the Pink,
The saviour of the human race.
She invented medicinal compound.
'Twas deprecatious, in every case.

Now here's a story, a little bit gory,
A little bit happy, a little bit sad.
Of Lily the Pink and, her medicinal compound,
And how it drove her, to the bad.

Well Ebeneezer thought, he was Julius Caesar,
So they put him, in the home.
And they gave him, medicinal compound.
Now he's the Emperor of Rome. CHORUS

Pretty Gregor, the opera singer
Could break a glass with, his voice they said.
Rubbed his tonsils with, medicinal compound.
Now they break the glasses, over his head.

Johnnie Hammer, had a t-t-terrible stammer,
He could hardly, s-s-say a word.
So they g-g-gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's s-s-seen, but never heard. CHORUS

Uncle Paul, he was very small.
He was the shortest man in town.
Rubbed his body, with medicinal compound,
And now weighs only, half a pound.

Lily died and, went up to heaven.
All the church bells, they did ring.
She took with her, medicinal compound,
Hark the Herald Angels sing. CHORUS

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Almost identical to the version added to the DT Oct 97 - (click)