We’re six months into Pandemic,
Our morale has reached a new low.
Each of us hoping that we won’t get sick,
And wishin’, that we could get up and go.
I ask, “Can you remember the good old days?
When we went out whenever we liked.
Now we are all stuck at home just like prisoners,
Ever since those case numbers spiked. "
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sing us a song, on the internet.
Sing us a song tonight.
‘Cos, we're all in the mood for a parody.
To help to distract from our plight.
Now John down the street is a friend of mine.
And he frequently visited me.
Now he’s holed up inside,
Going out of his mind,
And it’s anyplace else he'd rather be.
He says, "Man, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face.
“I’m tired of ordering from Amazon.
And I need to get out of this place."
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now Paul is a real estate salesman.
Whose business has taken a dive.
He has taken out loans,
And he loudly bemoans,
That it probably will not survive.
And I’m drowning in cable news politics.
While sheltering at home all alone.
And I’m starting to drink in my loneliness,
‘Cos it just ain’t the same on the phone.
Sing us a song, on the internet.
Sing us a song tonight.
‘Cos, we're all in the mood for a parody.
To help distract us from our plight.
My street, it seems empty
for a Saturday.
Just the pool and the landscaping guys.
And I’m sad that it’s they,
Who must go out today,
To support their families and their wives.
And the lawnmower sounds like apocalypse,
While the Chlorine smell wrinkles my nose,
Then they’re gone in wink,
Leaving me with my drink,
And I think,
"Man, that is just how it goes."
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sing us a song, on the internet.
Sing us a song tonight.
‘Cos, we're all in the mood for a parody.
To help distract us from our plight.
