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 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. 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 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 And swishes you to hell