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Rona One-Nine

To the tune of Bryan Adam’s “Summer of ’69”

Got first word of some sickness
At the dawn of the sweet springtime
Told things were gonna get really hairy
‘Cause of something called COVID one-nine

First months in, we played it really cool
Keeping distance didn’t seem so hard
But endless quarantines and lockdowns later
Didn’t think the madness would get this far 

And I gotta don my mask 
Don’t get too close to me — no, never
Slathering sanitizer on my hands
I thought that this would last forever
Those were the worst days of my life
Oh yeah…
Back in the midst of Rona one-nine

Governors tell us, “Quit complaining!
Cause we’ve all got a job to do.
We’ve got to flatten this curve now,
And it all depends on you!”

Standing in line for miles long
Trying to stay six feet farther
Oh no, the surge strikes again
We’re way back in the purple tier
Those were the worst days of my life
Oh yeah…
Back in the midst of Rona one-nine

Spending hour after hour on Zoom
Pretending to pay attention while scrolling through more doom
I thought this hell would last forever

Better stockpile bags of fallen leaves
Now that all the toilet paper’s gone
Living in the coronapocalypse
Seems like everything’s gone wrong
And I gotta don my mask 
Don’t get too close to me — no, never
Slathering sanitizer on my hands
I thought that this would last forever
Those were the worst days of my life
Oh yeah…
Back in the midst of Rona one-nine