[Cartmaster (Willbond)]
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 (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 (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
[Cartmaster with Plague Victims (Hadland/Baynton/1 other)]
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

[Cartmaster]
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

[Cartmaster, Woman (Wix) and Plague Victims]
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