LYRICS:

It starts with a little flea that jumps upon a rat
It bites the rat and gives it germs and for the rat that’s that.
Then the flea, it looks for somewhere else to find its food
It hops on you and me, and starts to suck our blood.

First you feel a little poorly and then you start to swell
Then you start to spit some blood and then you really smell
Then you know it’s time to ring your funeral bell
Along comes Mr. Death and swishes you to Hell.

There’s lots of cures to help you, if you have the cash
Kill the village cats and dogs and burn them all to ash
Sit down in a sewer so the smell drives plague away
Place chicken bottoms on your spots and then you’ll be okay.

First you feel a little poorly and then you start to swell
Then you start to spit some blood and then you really smell
Then you know it’s time to ring your funeral bell
Along comes Mr. Death and swishes you to Hell.

Plague kills little children even more than mums or dads
A priest said it’s because the wicked kids have acted bad.
Half the people on the earth are simply blown away
So for Mr. Death these will be really busy days.

First you feel a little poorly and then you start to swell
Then you start to spit some blood, and then you really smell
Then you know it’s time to ring your funeral bell
Along comes Mr. Death and swishes you to Hell.
Along comes Mr. Death and swishes you to Hell!

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