This is as I remember it from 30-ish years ago.

Now old Johnniy Booker he lived by himself
As long as he had perfect health
He took unto himself a wife
To look after him for the rest of his life.

Chorus:
Singing I do believe, I will believe,
Old Johnny Booker was a gay old Booker and a gay old Booker was he.

Old Ma Booker she had a bad leg,
The doctor ordered her to bed
He called Johnny in and says to him
You've got to rub your wife's left leg with gin.

Well Old Johnny Booker he thought it was a sin
To rub his wife's left leg with gin
He poured the gin right down his throttle
And rubbed his wife's left leg with the bottle.

Now Old Johnny Booker went a-swimming in the river
And that was the end of a perfect liver
He could have been saved there isn't any doubt
But there was nobody there to pull Johnny out.

Now the Lord made man and man made money
The Lord made the bees and the bees made honey.
The Lord made Hitler (the Kaiser/ the Devil) and Hitler made sin
The Lord'll have to make a hole to put the bugger in.

Also goes under the title of Johnny Bugger/ Bucker.