| There’s a flu bug getting passed around
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| And it’s Spreading like fire through the town
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| There’s a virus holding up inside us
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| Everyone that I know is coming down
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| There’s an Asian influenza
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| Infecting us all by the score
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| And it’s turning into pneumonia
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| We must go out once more
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| There’s a fool moon howling at the night
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| And it’s bark is much worse than it’s bite
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| So we must go out and dance around
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| Yes we must go tonight
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| So the doctors came on the evening train
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| With their flasks and their caskets and vials
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| Mass psychosis was their diagnosis (yes)
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| So we all cashed our checks and went wild
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| There’s a fool moon howling at the night
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| And it’s bark is much worse than it’s bite
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| So we must go out and dance around
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| Yes we must go tonight
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| La Grippe!, Salsa! |