What are the lyrics to Horrible Histories - Plague Song?

Answer 1

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 [DONG!]

Along comes Mister 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

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 [DONG!]

Along comes Mister Death and swishes you to hell!

Plague kills little children

Even more than mums and 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 it's time to ring your funeral bell [DONG!]

Along comes Mister Death and swishes you to hell!

Along comes Mister Death and swishes you to hell!

Answer 2

It starts with a little flee, That jumps upon a rat, It bites the rat and gives it germs, and for the rat that's that, Then the flee 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 its 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, And kill all the 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 OK.

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 Mr Death, And swishes you to hell.

Plague kills little children, Even more then mums or dads, A priest said its 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 its time to ring, Your funeral bell, Along comes Mr Death, And swishes you to hell, Along comes Mr Death and swishes you to hell!