We're coming, We're coming
Our brave little band.
On the right side of temperance
we now take our stand.
We don't touch tobacco
besause we all think
if a man smokes tobacco
he's likely to drink

When your feet get all sweaty
and tired and hot
Don't bathe them in spirits,
oh please do it not
for it goes through the skin by a power of osmosis
the next thing you know you've ten drunk little toeses.