Episode 9

Bring out your deads! Bring out your deads!
'Ere, will you take my boo, will you?
Plague, was it?
Yeah, will you give him a proper burial, won't you?
Of course, I will
I will check him in pit with all the others
Oh, good, yeah, it's what he always wanted
It's deadly, this plague thingy
You know, I mean, where does it come from?
Well, I'm glad you 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
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 (Pft!)
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 (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 the 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 (Pft!)
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
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
Along comes Mister Death
And swishes you to Hell
Along comes Mister Death
And swishes you to Hell

Bring out your deads! Bring out your deads!
Bring out your deads!