Horrible Histories - The Plague Song lyrics

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It starts with a little flea

That jumps onto the 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 it’s food

It hops on to 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 its time to ring

Your funeral bell

Along comes Mister Death

And swishes you to hell, gone!

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 the plague away

Place chicken bottoms on your spots

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 its time to ring

Your funeral bell

Along comes Mister 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 Mister 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 its time to ring

Your funeral bell

Along comes Mister Death

And swishes you to hell!

Along comes Mister Death

And swishes you to hell!

Thanks to livbayntonx

Thanks to chickflick2468 for correcting these lyrics