Paulie’s Got Plague
I’m tellin’ you Red
Paulie’s Got Plague
And he’s making it spread
City’s facin’ a pyre
With Paulie runin’ ‘round like lose ‘lectrical wire
Officials want calm; not panic in the street
Ignore press inquiries while making their sweep
If you don’t know Paulie’s he’s short and swarthy
Red’s his gal, she’s tall and curvy
Meet either one and they’re feverishly sweaty
Don’t hesitate to fire when ready
Paulie’s demise was on a rented bed
That’s were we found him, that’s what we said
So come on out, if you’re in there Red
We need to shoot you – shoot you dead
It’s the only way to stop the dread
Oh, where are you Red?
Didn’t you hear what we said?
You got the Plague and Paulie is dead
You got the Plague and Paulie is dead
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