ChorusAway, away with rum, by Gum!
We're marching, we're marching, our brave little band
Don't never eat fruitcake, it's chock full of rum
The man who eats fruitcake leads a terrible life
Oh can you immagine an awfuller sight
The man who eats fruitcake goes down to his death
The man who eats fruitcake goes down in disgrace
It's the song of the Salvation Army.
Against Demon Rum we will all take our stand,
And one little bite puts a man on the bum.
He mistreats his children and he beats his wife.
Than a man who eats fruitcake until he gets tight.
With the odor of raisins and rum on his breath.
As he rolls in the gutter with crumbs on his face.
