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Oops Covid Hit Again
03:32
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Ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho ho
I think it’s Christmas again
Maybe Christmas eve, I guess it depends
Oh baby
Shopp-ing centres no rush
But what does it mean? So mysterious
Is it just too expensive?
Or happening globally?
Pandemic maybe?
Oops Covid hit again,
A Christmas apart, no it's not the same
Oh baby, baby
Santa in rubber gloves
Will it be enough
To stop that pandemic.
Thinking of my perfect gift
A dream some would say
Wishing a vaccine would finally exist
Santa comes on his sleigh
With doses for all, but that’s not the case...
My immune is defenceless
So we’ll celebrate virtually
On wifi, baby
Oops Covid hit again,
Santa in a mask, No it’s not the same
No turkey baby
How will my one true love
Send two turtle doves?
And a partridge in a pear tree
Ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ado, before you go there’s something I want you to have
Oh, a mask. But wait a minute, isn’t this?
Yeah, yes it is.
But I thought it was caused by 5G and Bill gates, not airborne particulates?
Well in that case, let’s get back on the beers with our mates.
Well, what’s the worst that could happen?
Oops Covid hit again off the charts
Jack Frost, fun and games are cancelled
Curfew, wearing masks and rubber gloves
To stop that pandemic
Oops Covid hit again,
A Christmas apart, no it's not the same
Oh baby, baby
Giving hands a good scrub
Is hard wearing gloves
What a predicament!
How’s he gonna get in,
Keep six feet apart, and leave candy canes
Or presents baby
Santa in rubber gloves
Will it be enough
To stop that pandemic
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House Being Quiet
03:57
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Santa is coming to town
At long last, this year passed I’ve been homebound
Spent lots of time in bed, barely seeing my friends
I have been avoiding crowds
Lockdown lifted
No excuses
But now I wonder...
If I’m alone on Christmas night
Do you think I would really mind?
Cause I’m so used to the house being quiet
Could I just not see you…...tonight?
It’s always times like these
All you want to do
Is spend time with your friends and family
But my hair is growing long, haven’t cleaned my home
Let alone myself and I am quite stinky
No more curfew
No reason not to
But I need slumber
If I’m alone on Christmas night
Do you think I would really mind?
Cause I’m so used to the house being quiet
Could we just talk on zoom….tonight?
And I, I, will need some mistletoe
I, I, can’t say I’m too busy
I, think, fashion I must forgo
I, I know
Making my way downtown,
Walking fast, face aghast, in my nightgown
Stopping to buy gingerbread, shaped like a sleigh
Quickly pay and I’m homebound
Had no food to
Entertain you
And I still wonder
Why did you call, to ask if I
Would mind if you, came round tonight
When you know I would just nod and smile
Even if I don’t want you...
To come at all, I’m really fine
To be alone on Christmas night
With my clothes strewn ‘round the house in piles
Would have been nice to do
If I wasn’t taught to, be polite
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Corona, the data, germs on wrapping paper
Keep your distance, from brudda, your sister and your mama
Embargos, and vetos, on hugging to say hello. December...
After Hannukah trees, start to glisten in the snow
And the carollers are finished decking the halls.
Mum made her demands, but its too late to start making plans
I’ve been stalling enough, but the physical shops are unmanned
Ebay is where I must go
Corona, the data, I’ll look at it later
On computer, I’m gonna, find presents for my mama
In cargo, through Heathrow, Moscow and Tokyo
(Oh I’m gonna pay more for the express post)
Hope it gets here fast so I can wrap it slow
Tie it up in a bow, put under mistletoe
Online, boutique, deliver by midweek
I’ll clean the chimney, and decorate the Christmas tree
But no surprise, can’t deny, post system’s at capacity
But to my delight, Tracking shows it might arrive
ETA tomorrow night, pray a logistical perfect flight
It’s redirected, oh no
Corona, the data, I’ll look at it later
On computer, I’m gonna, find presents for my mama
In cargo, from Heathrow, it’s stuck in the depot
Oh I shoulda paid more for the express post?
So it would get here fast but now it is too slow
Pay the postman a quid pro quo, to get it here tomorrow
Bought, nice things, but now she’s getting lynx
Present didn’t show, now I’ve got nothing to bestow
But if, I can just go and get my way to the mall
Got plans and cash to blow
Corona, the data, I’ll look at it later
On my scooter, I’m gonna, buy vouchers for my mama
From Target, Home Depot, maybe even Costco
Oh she’s gonna hate it but she won’t say so
See disappointment flash, but then she’ll say thanks though
She’ll make a mental note
Crossed off the will my name goes
Corona, it made ‘er, get her calculator
On computer, she’s gonna, send emails to her lawyer
“Ricardo, do you know, how to change my will though?
“Give all, of my dough, to Cassidy not Ado
Corona, the data, germs on wrapping paper
Keep your distance, from brudda, your sister and your mama
Embargos, and vetos, on hugging to say hello.
Keep your distance, from brudda, your sister and your mama
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I’ve picked out all my playlists and my Christmas food
With some fruit cake, and presents, decorations too
A merry day together surely will ensue
H, a ho
Tidied the house and spent a lot of my money
On roasted chestnuts, then revised theology
The birth of Jesus is a cause for revelry, but
Oh, a, oh
In lockdown again
So, no
Gifts for the children
Covideo killed my Christmas snack bar
Covideo killed my Christmas snack bar
Tinsel down, remove the star
Ho, a, a, ho, ho
Now we can only meet via a video
Grandma can’t figure out which way the camera goes
And cousin Cameron just walked in without his clothes
Oh, a no!
The favourite grandson
Just showed
His dick to everyone
Video calls and virtual Grandma
Video calls and virtual Grandma
This year’s Christmas is bizarre
We’re together from afar
Ho, a ho ho ho
Ho, a ho ho ho
Covideo killed my Christmas snack bar
Covideo killed my Christmas snack bar
Tinsel down, remove the star
Reindeer cookies back in the jar
This year’s Christmas is bizarre
We’re together from afar
Rona, ruined the snack bar
Rona, ruined the snack bar
Covideo killed my Christmas snack bar
Covideo killed my Christmas snack bar
Video calls and virtual Grandma
Video calls and virtual Grandma
Might as well write a Christmas memoir
Or parody songs to give to our ma
How long until the joke’s gone too far?
Running out of themes so here you are
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