It's spreading like flu, I've got fever today.
You want to be no part of this, It's yuck, New York.
That avian flu, you'll long for today
Right from the very start of it, You're F***ed, New York.

You're gonna wake up, In a graveyard six feet deep.
And find you're under the hill, under the heap.

These Ebola blues, are killing today.
I'll make a brand new strain of it, in old New York.

If I can spread it there,
I'll spread it everywhere.
I'll make you sick, you're f***ed, New York

You're f***ed, New York.
You're gonna wake up, In a graveyard six feet deep.
And find you're case Number 1, contagious mist, watch for a sneeze, case Number 2...

Hemorrhagic bruise, is bleeding today.
I'm gonna make another strain of it,
in old New York, and...

If it can spread it there, It will spread everywhere.
It's got to you, You're F***ed, New York!

Hat Tip to Comrade Lennie

I heard the song then saw yours and here's my version...

New York, New York it's an Ebola town
The Bronx is up, but Manhattan's shut down
And that subway doctor, they need to impound
New York, New York, it's an Ebola town!!

Three bow downs for "I'll make a brand new strain of it." Wish I had thought of that, Comwad Gwoucho ....(?).... Why am I still talking like Bahney Fwank, am I catching something?

Getting hemorrhagic bruise into two songs impressed me.

Many years it will be here
On the street I was pass'n my germs away
To the left and to the right, coughing and sneezing on passerby
It's outta sight He'll be sick tonight

Here I am, and in this city
With a fistful of vomit
And baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze

Back with the New York ooze, with the New York ooze

In the back of my Cadillac
Infected lady, sittin' by my side, rubbing all on me
Stop at third and forty-three, spread it through the night
It's an emergency, ebola's gonna be

I feel so sick tonight
Who cares about tomorrow
So baby, you'd better believe

I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze

Back with the New York ooze, in the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze

I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze
I'm back, back with the New York ooze

Back with the New York ooze, in the New York ooze
Alright
Back with the New York ooze

Ooh, New York
Ooh, New York

Got in a town that is famous for all of its stupid things
Liberals always loud
CDC sirens all around
And the streets aren't clean

If I can get it here
I can get it anywhere, that's what they say

Spreadn' my germs I like
Ebola on patrons who walk down Broadway

Even if it ain't all it seems
I got a virus that makes me bleed

Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle full of ebola, oh

There's nothing you can do
Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel sick too
Big lies will inform you

Hear it for New York, New York, New York

At the airport, there ain't never a quarantine
Screeners work so hard

Such a foolish plot, screening for what I got
Passengers pray to God

Hail a yellow cab
Spread it down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge

Some will sleep tonight
With the thoughts they will not catch what I got

I'm gonna spread it by any means
I got a pocket of ebola things

Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle full of ebola, oh

There's nothing you can do
Now you're in New York

These streets are infected to kill you
No doctor can save you

Hear it for New York, New York, New York

One cough in the air of the big city
Sick flights, bad schemes all make you sickly

No place in the world can compare
Put your virus in the air, everybody say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
New York

Concrete jungle full of ebola, oh
There's nothing you can do

Now you're in New York
These streets are gonna infect you

This virus will kill you
Hear it for New York

Groucho Marxist wrote:Getting hemorrhagic bruise into two songs impressed me.

Very very inspiring!

I have been so impressed by all our comrades, comradesses, and other patrons of the gulag with this Ebola craze. I must confess that I feared this crisis opportunity would have been missed because of a lack of material with which to work. I'm certain this surpasses the Frank Fest, Wiener roast, and the effects of some putrid beets a few years ago. I would gladly share the next rat I capture with all of you.

And comrade lennie.... check your mail

And all... Keep the hits coming