This post starts with songs that poke fun, to the deadly serious.

Bill D's version of S-a-v-e-d is almost identical to the version I used to sing. Mine went:

S-A-V-E-D

1] There was a man in our town, I think his name was Lem,
   He prayed for prohibition but he voted R-U-M.
   He helped to put the poison in his Neighbor's C-U-P
   And now he laughs at us because we're S-A-V-E-D.

CHO: Oh. G-L-O-R-Y, we are S-A-V-E-D,
    H-A-P-P-Y to be F-R- double E.
    Oh, V-I-C-T-O-R-Y from bonds of S-I-N.
    Glory, glory, Hallelujah, tra-la-la, Amen.

2] Some people go on weekdays to D-A-N-C-E;
   They go to church on Sundays to show their H-A-T.
   Some people dab their faces up with P-A-I-N-T
   And then they laugh at us because we're S-A-V-E-D.

CHO:

3] I stand here on the corner with my D-R-U-M, drum;
   It brings to us the sinner and the B-U-M , bum, bum;
   They come to us from hovel and from D-I-T-C-H,
   And we march on to vict'ry without H-I-T-C-H.

Murray, I learned "Away With Rum" this way. It's pretty close to yours:

AWAY WITH RUM

1] We're coming, we're coming, out brave little band;
   On the right side of temp'rance we now take our stand.
   We don't use tobacco because we do think
   That people who use it are likely to drink.

CHO: 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.

2] We never eat fruitcake because it has rum
   And one little slice puts a man on the bum.
   Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight,
   Than a man eating fruitcake until he is tight?

3] We never eat cookies because they have yeast
   And one little bite turns a man to a beast;
   Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
   Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face?

4] We never eat apples because they ferment
   And the nectar of apples the Devil has sent.
   And can you imagine th' insidious fruit
   Causing innocent youngsters to go on a toot?

5] We never touch products containing vanilla.
   It's seventy-proof, makes a man a gorilla.
   Can you imagine anything more chilling to the bone,
   Than a child getting pickled on an ice-cream cone?

Sing the chorus after each verse. A somewhat similar song was Joe Hill's 'The Preacher and the Slave' although instead of being humorous in intent, it was dead serious. [This song and the next probably belong in a different thread, but I don't have time to look just now. Joe Offer, you can move them if you want. - R2

THE PREACHER AND THE SLAVE [PIE IN THE SKY]

1] Long-haired preachers come out ev'ry night;
   Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right;
   But when asked about something to eat,
   They will answer in voices so sweet;

Cho: You will eat by and by, [by and by]
    In that glorious land above the sky. [Way up high]
    Work and play, live on hay, [live on hay]
    You'll get pie in the sky, by and by. [That's a lie!]

2] If you fight hard for children and wife,
   Try to get something good in this life;
   You're a sinner and bad man they'll tell;
   When you die, you will sure go to hell.

[Chorus after each verse.]

3] And the Starvation Army, they play.
   And they sing and they clap and they pray,
   'Till they get all your coin on the drum,
   Then they tell you that you're on the bum!

4] Holy Rollers and jumpers come out,
   And the holler, they jump and they shout.
   "Give your money to Jesus," they say,
   "He will cure all diseases today."

5] Working men of all countries unite.
   Side by side we for freedom will fight.
   When the world and it's wealth we have gained,
   To the grafters we'll sing this refrain:

6] You will eat, by and by,
   When you've learned how to cook and to fry,
   Chop some wood, 'twill do you good,
   And you'll eat in the sweet by and by.

Then, in the same vein is Joe Glazer's 'Too Old To Work':

TOO OLD TO WORK [And Too Young to Die]

1] You work in the factory all of your life,
   Try to provide for your kids and your wife.
   When you get too old to produce any more,
   They hand you your hat and they show you the door.

CHO: Too old to work, too old to work,
    When you're too old to work and you're too young to die,
    Who will take care of you, how'll you get by?
    When you're too old to work and you're too young to die?

2] You don't ask for FAVORS when your life is through.
   You've got a RIGHT to what's coming to you.
   Your boss gets a pension when he is too old,
   You helped him retire, now you're out in the cold. [CHO:]

3] They put horses to pasture, they feed 'em om hay;
   Even machines get retired one day'
   Your bosses get pensions when their days are through,
   Fat pensions for you, brother, nothing for you! [CHO:]

4] There's no easy answer, there's no easy cure,
   Dreaming won't change it, that's one thing for sure!
   But fighting together, we'll get there some day
   And when we have won we will no longer say: [CHO:]

Why don't we have songs and spirit like that today?

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