Layed by the Plague

Yeah, alright, alright, come on, settle down

Play the blimming song

Here we go

Old Flash Harry on the guitar there, look at him go

Magical fingers there, man

All nine of them, haha

That's quite dramatic, innit?

Right now, focus

Yesterday, I got laid by the plague

The day that I went the black spot in a grave

Dead for three days in an old wooden box

Then I came back to life from the smell of my socks

How divine

But the wife just sighed and went, "Ah, come on, you'll be fine"

Right, we're building the tension

Here we go

Ooh, very nice, Mr. Strum

He's not bad, you know?

Here we go

Yesterday, I was dead, done, and dusted

Me pirate tree bones, they were busted

A tongue full of ulcers, me teeth far between

Gums all encoted with foul-smelling cream

How divine

But still the wife sighed and went, "Ah, come on, you'll be fine"

I couldn't move me fingers and me toes

Me mouth was shut and me eyes was closed

And I was starting to feel quite worried

In fact, to be perfectly honest, I was

Feeling, uh, just a tad, uh, perplexed

That's a big word for a pirate

Rah

Yesterday, I was laid by the plague

The day I went stiff like a board or a blade

They took off my boots to reveal both my feet

The odour it rose to my nose, what a treat

How divine

And then suddenly, I started to feel fine

I mean, I still couldn't move my fingers and my

Toes, my mouth was shut and my eyes were closed

But the blood was pulsing back through my veins and I was starting

To feel that maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of, uh, hope

Yeah, I know it's not a big word, but it

Is a word which can contain huge potential

Rah

But the doctors pronounced I was dead

They looked at each other and both of them said

"Look at his face, it's putrid and green