Isn't it amazing what the folk process does. I learned this one from someone in Port Moresby about 30 years ago. I have made up verses to suit particular gigs.

The original:

To market, to market, went my Uncle Jim
When somebody threw a tomato at him
Tomatoes are soft, and don't bruise the skin
But this one it did, it was wrapped in a tin

I went to my girl friends, her name is Miss Brown
She was having a bath, and couldn't come down
I said "Slip on something, be down in a tic"
So she slipped on some soap, and my God she was quick!

I dreamed I did die, and to heaven did go
"Where do you come from" they wanted to know
When I told them from Moresby (substitute the name you want) they said "come right in"
"You're the first one we've had from that cesspool of sin"

Chorus:
Singing toora li oora li oora li a
Singing toora li oora li oora li a
Repeat last two verses

Regards
Chris