That's Cholera - Horrific Histories

Another of the first of the parody songs I penned and submitted to Horrible Histories.
Not quite as romantic as the Dean Martin original.

That's Amore Cholera not by Dean Martin

(In London Town where filth is king
When germ meets man here's what they sing)

When you’re in poverty and have no lavatory
You’re in danger
If you drank the water when you shouldn’t oughta
You could catch it
Skin will ting gle-ling-a-ling, ting-gle-ling-a-ling
And you'll know when it’s started

Symptoms run on-and-on-and-on, on-and-on-and-on
And you’ll soon be departed

When your skin’s turning blue and you’ve got fishy poo
That's cholera
When you’re constantly sick and your hands wrinkle quick
Cholera
You’ll feel life slip away and not see another day

Poor fella
Please sit down, and don’t frown, but in old London Town
That's cholera

Oh in eighteen four eight you won’t avoid the fate
Of cholera
It’ll kill many more and there’s much left in store
For cholera
Hear me sing of this horrid thing, yes for you I sing
And you'll know of cholera
Caught on slow but now we know oh yes we know
How to deal with cholera

Nowadays we’re aware of hygiene to take care
For cholera
Yes we know to hydrate before it is too late

Cholera
There are vaccines in place to preserve the human race

From cholera
It’s still hanging round, but less deaths are now found
From cholera

Getting betta