Everybody was a kung-flu dying
Those coughs spread fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightening
But they coughed with expert timing
They were funky China men from funky Chinatown
They were eating bats up and they were collapsing on the ground
It’s an ancient Chinese art and everybody knew their part
From a fainting to a slip and a grounded deceased nip
Everybody was a kung-flu dying
Those coughs spread fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightening
But they coughed with expert timing
There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy Chung
He said here comes the SARS, lets get it on
We took a bow and made a stand, started coughing on our hands
The sudden motion made me trip now I’ve got a busted open lip
Everybody was a kung-flu dying
Those coughs spread fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightening
But they coughed with expert timing