Feelin' close to heaven
Ready to flatline
I'm hoarse and heavin'
I'm not feelin' fine
One-oh-four and climbing
The doctor's barely trying
Can't get up; I need a new bedpan

A virus
A virus
My bod's on fire
With a virus
Gotta puke (bad-oom, ba-bad-oom, bad-ba-doom, ba-ba-bow bow)
Gotta puke (bad-oom, ba-bad-oom, bad-ba-doom, ba-ba-bow bow)
My life is slippin' away

It might be E.Coli
Measles or the Flu
I'm sweating
Can't keep down a thing I chew
Room keeps getting dizzy
The undertaker's busy
Soon I'll have to call the preacher-man

('cause I've got)
A virus
A virus
My bod's on fire
With a virus
Gotta puke (bad-oom, ba-bad-oom, bad-ba-doom, ba-ba-bow bow)
Gotta puke (bad-oom, ba-bad-oom, bad-ba-doom, ba-ba-bow bow)
My life is slippin' away

I just took an Advil
Think it's gonna break
This time the Reaper's made a big mistake
Almost feeling better
Getting up, putting on a sweater
Back to work at the meat packin' plant I go!

(Time to spread)
A virus
A virus
I was on fire
With a virus
Gotta puke (bad-oom, ba-bad-oom, bad-ba-doom, ba-ba-bow bow)
Gotta puke (bad-oom, ba-bad-oom, bad-ba-doom, ba-ba-bow bow)
My life was slippin' away