CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Some Little Bug is Going to Find You
In these days of indigestion
It ofttimes comes a question
As what to eat
And what to let alone
For each microbe and bacillus
All have a different way to kill us
And in time they always claim us for their own
Now there are germs of every kind
In every food that you can find
Either in the market or upon the bill of fare
And drinking water is just as risky
As that so-called deadly whiskey
And it's ofttimes a bad mistake to breathe the air
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Somе little bug will creep behind you someday
And thеn he's gonna send for all of his bug friends
And all your earthly troubles end
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Now take a slice of nice fried onion
And then you're fit for Doctor Munion
And then apple dumplin's
They gonna kill you faster than a train
Now chew a cheesy midnight rabbit
And a grave you'll soon inhabit
Ooh, to eat at all is such a foolish game
Now, eatin' huckleberry pie
That's a pleasing way to die
While sauerkraut brings on softly [on?] the brain
And when you eat those banana fritters
Every undertaker tethers
The casket makers
They nearly go insane
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Yeah, that little bug he will creep behind you someday
And then with a nervous little quiver
He'll give you cirrhosis of the liver
That little bug he's gonna find you someday
I like when cold storage vaults I visit
I can only say, "What is it
That makes poor mortals fill their systems with such stuff?"
Sure for breakfast prunes are dandy
That is if you got a stomach pump handy
And, uh, your doctor can be found quite soon enough
Now you eat a plate of fine pig's knuckles
And then the headstone cutter chuckles
And he also makes a note upon his cuff
And fried liver's nice, but mind you
Friends will soon ride slow behind you
While your relatives start scrappin' 'bout your stuff
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Yeah, that little bug is gonna creep behind you someday
Now eat that sauce
They call it chili
And on your breast, they'll place that lily
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
*Spoken*
Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna run down and get some deep-fried fish and chips
See ya
It ofttimes comes a question
As what to eat
And what to let alone
For each microbe and bacillus
All have a different way to kill us
And in time they always claim us for their own
Now there are germs of every kind
In every food that you can find
Either in the market or upon the bill of fare
And drinking water is just as risky
As that so-called deadly whiskey
And it's ofttimes a bad mistake to breathe the air
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Somе little bug will creep behind you someday
And thеn he's gonna send for all of his bug friends
And all your earthly troubles end
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Now take a slice of nice fried onion
And then you're fit for Doctor Munion
And then apple dumplin's
They gonna kill you faster than a train
Now chew a cheesy midnight rabbit
And a grave you'll soon inhabit
Ooh, to eat at all is such a foolish game
Now, eatin' huckleberry pie
That's a pleasing way to die
While sauerkraut brings on softly [on?] the brain
And when you eat those banana fritters
Every undertaker tethers
The casket makers
They nearly go insane
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Yeah, that little bug he will creep behind you someday
And then with a nervous little quiver
He'll give you cirrhosis of the liver
That little bug he's gonna find you someday
I like when cold storage vaults I visit
I can only say, "What is it
That makes poor mortals fill their systems with such stuff?"
Sure for breakfast prunes are dandy
That is if you got a stomach pump handy
And, uh, your doctor can be found quite soon enough
Now you eat a plate of fine pig's knuckles
And then the headstone cutter chuckles
And he also makes a note upon his cuff
And fried liver's nice, but mind you
Friends will soon ride slow behind you
While your relatives start scrappin' 'bout your stuff
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Yeah, that little bug is gonna creep behind you someday
Now eat that sauce
They call it chili
And on your breast, they'll place that lily
Some little bug is gonna find you someday
*Spoken*
Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna run down and get some deep-fried fish and chips
See ya
