19 (Covi-Dance Fever)

Avert the risk; They all insist
You can't resist; Your shopping list
You got Purel; You got TP
You got your wipes; You got your bleach
On house arrest; It's not a test
It's not a drill; You're bored as hell
In quarantine; You're staying clean
You're waiting for; The first vaccine

C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You got your mask, you got your gloves
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You got your bleach, you're squeaky clean
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You washed your hands, you got no plans
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
Another day not wearing pants

Sent home from school; Sent home from work
The stores are closed; You're indisposed
You hesitate; To isolate
The social dist-; ance Feels so great
The slippr'y slope; Is hard to cope
You're losing hope; End of your rope
Delirious; It's serious
And if it spreads; We'll all be dead

C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You got your mask, you got your gloves
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You think you're tough, it's not enough
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
A simple touch, could be too much
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You got it now, you got it rough

You got 19 ways to die... choose one
Live by the gun; Die by the gun
I got my nine; You got nine-teen
I'm on the run; I'm one and done
I'm packing heat; But face defeat
Nothing can beat; The vi-a-rus
You know I'm just; Another one
I'm Mercury; I bite the dust

C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You got your mask, you got your gloves
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You got your gun, you got your drugs
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
It's not enough, nothing's enough
C-O-V-I-D Nineteen
You're out of time, you're out of luck



Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Edwin Brennan
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