THIS article asks "why are there no more songs about disease?"
I dunno. I guess disease isn't as sexy as it once was. That jump-rope song, whatsitsname, "ashes to ashes we all fall down", came about because people were LITERALLY falling down dead from the plague. We're not as at ease with death as, say, the Victorian Age, when a kid would drop dead in the morning and be buried in the afternoon - mom and dad would be back working before dinner, and then Elizabeth Gaskell would write a short story about them, rinse lather and repeat. I guess (thankfully) we're just not able to be as matter of fact about, say, AIDS these days.
Meanwhile, if you gotta have a disease and sing about it, this is the one you want. (Sniff sniff...oh, Johnny Rivers...snifff...someone cutin' onions up in here???!!)
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