Upon further inspection
Your loves an infection
I'm unsure how I got it
But no antibiotic
Can cure it
Guess I'll have to endure it
Until it gobbles me whole
Man how inconvenient
I guess I'll quarantine this
Heart you hold
You're bubonic
So fast you're supersonic
Doctor you got to stop it
This bubonic plague
Oh yes the mess you’ve made
Oh the mess you’ve made, the mess you’ve made
In ancient Egypt I heard
Whenever someone got hurt
To avoid infections you
Poured copper on your wounds
Copper copper
Infection stopper
If it weren't for that penicillin
I suppose we'd still be spilling
That boiling fluid
On our cuts scrapes and bruises
Poor some metal on this heart it's been seriously wounded
You're bubonic
So fast you're supersonic
Doctor you got to stop it
This bubonic plague
Oh yes the mess you’ve made
Oh the mess you’ve made, the mess you’ve made