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The Germ Song (Some Little Bug is Gonna find You Someday)
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The melody for "The Germ Song" song, along with the lyrics for the chorus, were originally written in 1916 by Benjamin Hapgood Burt & Roy Atwell (lyrics) and Sylvio Hein (music). Their song was called "Some Little Bug Is Gonna Find You Someday". While the chorus of the original song referred to the bugs, the verses focused on the evils of the wide variety of foods that carried these germs. The subtitle of the tune was "The Food Song."

The original lyrics are very clever. For example: "eating lobster cooked or plain is only flirting with ptomaine," and "eating huckleberry pie is a pleasing way to die." When the song was originally composed many of the foods sung about did pose a threat to a consumer's health. These days, however, most are considered safe and the original version has mostly historical relevance. My new lyrics, which make up part of the first verse and all of the second, focus on the germs themselves, which still exist and if encountered can lead to an ill fate.

- Richard Perlmutter
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Lyrics

When you suffer indigestion
Are you troubled by the question
About what to eat and what to leave alone?

For each microbe and bacillus
In our food would like to kill us
'Cause their mission is to take us for their own.

There are germs of every kind
In each provision that you find
In the market, on your plate or in your cup.

So whatever you're consuming
Chances are, disaster's looming
If some parasite decides your number's up.

Some little bug is gonna find you someday
Some little bug will sneak behind you, someday
Then he'll send for his bug friends
And all your earthly trouble ends
Some little bug is gonna find you someday.

It's a bitter pill to swallow
There's no diet you can follow
To keep every single little bug away.

Streptococcus and Spirillum
Spread so fast, it's hard to kill 'em
They all want to lead us to to our judgement day.

Be prepared, accept your fate
That someday something that you ate
Puts a halt to all your day to day affairs

'Cause for every gal or fella
There's some worm or Salmonella
Who would love to hear you say your final prayers.