With apologies to Robbie Williams et. al.
The fires are out
And the grass is growing
Sky is clearer
With planes not flying
Wash your hands if you’ve seen anyone
Can I lick it (no you can’t)
I got (tissues)
You got (loo roll)
We got total chaos
Got no tissues?
Gotta sneeze into your elbow
It’s time to stay at home now
Fishes are back in Venice
Can we get a witness
Every home needs a plan
Nurses, do you hear me?
Hospitals, can you feel me?
Need permission to land
I don’t want to fight, lady
But this ain’t no paradise
When’s it gonna stop, Karen?
‘Cause you’re queueing up all the night
Singin’ on balconies
Music for the masses
Time to pause
No-one has that many asses
Box sets of The Office
It’s time to retreat.
When scientists talk
It’s time to listen
All those meetings turning into emails
Billionaires beginning to worry
If you can’t get loo rolls, but your best friend can
It’s time to share the booty
I don’t want to be measly
Karen, just please me
You got more than your share
Doctors, do you hear me?
Truck drivers, can you feel me?
(Still need permission to land)
I don’t want to fight
Hand sanitiser, pasta and rice
When’s it gonna stop, tell me?
Cause you’re queueing up all night?
I don’t wanna fight, Karen
But you’re not listening to advice
When’s it gonna stop, tell me?
Cause you’re queueing up all the night
Banking ain’t easy
Most of them fleece me
Every plight
Shoppin’ ain’t easy
But if you’re sharing it
We’re alright.