Interpret:

Jello Biafra

Album:

Tumor Circus

You know what they say 
" 'bout picking up a stray" 
It could turn out to be swine flu 


Dumped by the road 
Why don't you take me home 
And you have your very own swine flu 


Swine Flu 
Swine Flu 


Soon all the time 
You hear a familiar noise 
The piercing whining howl of swine flu 


It never goes away 
It bugs you every day 
You never hear the end of swine flu 


Give me food 
Give me love 
And when you do 
I'll whine some more 
Letme in, let me out 


Only you'd keep me around 
Plunk a dead rat on the floor 
Aren't you proud of me? Can I lick you now? 
Poison oak caked in my fur 
For me to brush against your skin 


Swine Flu 
Swine Flu 
Swine Flu 


You all are insane 
To shelter, feed and put up with me 
My self-esteem's so bad 
My grateful gift to you 
Is yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl 
yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl, yowl 
'Til you're down to my level 


Swine Flu 
Swine Flu 


My childhood was bad 
And this is my revenge 
You'll never hear the end of swine flu 


Swine Flu 
Swine Flu 
Swine Flu