His friends gather round him
Both loyal and true
And haul him by elbows
And feet to the loo

And there they do leave him
Fed up with the job
And he sees, gazing skyward,
A porcelain God

He staggers and scrambles
And climbs up on one knee
And spends his night praying
Where sober men pee

I don't know the original so I can't speak for the scansion, but there are some possibilities for ye to play with.

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