Cooped up forever, it’s driving me insane
I have to get out, maybe go to a store
A store? What store? And go there what for?
Please shelter in place, stick with the campaign
But we're out of pickles and cottage cheese
And I’ve barely one six-pack of Coke
Coca-cola, pickles, is this a bad joke?
The store is Grand Central for killer disease
I'll wear my new mask, it’s bulletproof protection
Stay six feet away, no kisses, no hugs
Just keep this in mind, no vaccines, no drugs
They've no way of taming this demon infection
Being scared of a germ isn’t my cup of tea
Since when have you been such a sissy?
I'll tell you a thing or two, Missy
So sad but we oldies no longer are free
So sad but we oldies no longer are free
Well I’m going to the store and that's that
I was thinking that maybe you'd drive me there
O.K., holy moly, I don’t even care
Anything to wind up this god-awful spat
So pleased you've decided to see things my way
Already you’ve made this a non-COVID day
(And out the door they went, hand in hand)
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