Bring Out Your Dead

Bring out ya dead

Bring out ya dead

Here will you take my Burt, will ya?

Plague, was it?

Yeah, you will give him a proper burial, won't ya?

Course I will. I'll chuck him in the pit with all the others

Oh good, yeah, it's what he would've wanted

Is worrying though isn't it, this plague thing y'know

I mean where's it come from?

Well, I'm glad you've asked me that

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(eugh)

Then, the flea, it looks for somewhere else to find it's 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(pfft)

Then you start to spit some blood

Then you really smell(PONG!)

Then you know it's time to ring your

Funeral bell(DONG!)

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 'em all to ash

Sit down in a sewer

So the smell drives 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(pfft)

Then you start to spit some blood

And then you really smell(PONG!)

Then you know it's time to ring your

Funeral bell(DONG!)

Along comes Mister Death

And swishes you to hell

Plague kills little children

Even more than mums or dads

Our 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 very 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 times to ring your

Funeral bell

Along comes Mister Death

And swishes you to hell

Along comes Mister Death

And swishes you to hell

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead

Bring out your dead