yo! ...an tired... innit!
here in palookaville...
THE VIRUS GAMES RAGE ON
folks is gettin sick..
they sick of bein cooped up..
sick of bein outta work..
sick of bein..
out of touch..
mostly though..
they sick of losin loved ones..
when ordinary palookas get sick..
they all get sick in the same way..
but team leaders
WORLD LEADERS ALL GET SICK IN THEIR OWN WAY
boris is sick..
he sick with the virus..
donald is sick..
he sick of media criticism..
vladimir is sick..
sick of the fallin oil price..
xi is sick..
sick of bein blamed fo a
BIG YELLOW VIRUS
some sick thing they have in common..
they sick of not bein able to play..
with they train sets..
with they airplanes..
with they ships..
with they soldiers..
without they parades..
and they banquets..
they feel small and alone..
and they all sick to death..
of the virus games..
WHATS REALLY SICK
is the doctors an nurses and the carers..
bein made ta play..
without the proper kit..
WOULDN'T IT BE NICE
if the team leaders..
could put aside their differences..
and agree a
common playbook..
and co-operate..
to bring these games..
to an end..
IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT VACCINE SINGS
we here in palookaville..
look to our leaders..
to recover..
their sense of humour..
an set about..
sharin out the popcorn..
and all the stuff..
needed for a..
vaccine to be developed..
before the games get..
out of hand..
COMING NEXT
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye..
Four and twenty pangolins
Baked in a pie..
A pocket full of rye..
Four and twenty pangolins
Baked in a pie..
When the pie was opened..
The virus began to sing..
The virus began to sing..
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in the counting-house..
Counting out his money..
The queen was in the parlor..
Eating bread and honey..
The maid was in the garden..
Hanging out the clothes..
Along came a virus..
And snipped off her nose..
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye..
Four and twenty million..
Baked in a pie..
A pocket full of rye..
Four and twenty million..
Baked in a pie..
When the pie was opened..
The dead began to sing..
The dead began to sing..
Wasn't that a dainty dish..
To set before the king?
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