Dunno if I can make the lines break properly, but here goes:

Layin' in the gutter, pretzels in my beard;
Shirt all stained with whisky;
I thought the end was near;
'Til the Salvation Army comes;
And Saves me from the hearse;
Let's all bust a gut now and sing another verse:

Chorus:

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Throw a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Throw a nickel on the drum, and you'll be saved.

Way up in heaven where there is no snow;
And all year round, the watermelons grow;
Where the rich man, the poor man, the gentile and the Jew;
All sit together in the same damn pew.
Oh there'll be no distinctions there.
There'll be no distinctions there.
The Lord is good the Lord is just;
The Lord is head of the railroad trust.
There'll be no distinctions there.

Chorus

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HTML line breaks added. -JoeClone 17-Jan-2001.