“We’ve got the virus on the run;
if you want a test, you’ll get one.
It’s gonna be a snap to virus-tame.

Now there is something you should take;
it’s magic and will make
you illness-free; you will be cheering me.”

Just a stooge full of bullsh*t has some “medicine” for clowns;
it’s disinfectant rounds.
So drink ’em all right down.
So, be a stooge gulled by bullsh*t—drink the medicine right down—
it just might put you away.

“This damn pandemic is a pest;
it makes you stay home in your nest.
That cabin fever’s gonna make you sick.
I’ve got a cure, and it’s a beaut!
Now, go put on your dancing suit
and sing a song; with this you can’t go wrong.”

Just a stooge full of bullsh*t with some “medicine” for clowns;
it’s disinfectant rounds.
So swig ’em all right down.
So, be a stooge gulled by bullsh*t—drink the medicine right down—
it’s with your life you might pay.

“I won’t lie—it won’t taste like nectar.
Likely you’ve some in your home,
so it won’t cost you a lot of dough.
Chug it right down— take no small sips;
you’ll find that when it’s passed your lips:
You’re set; you bet!
You’ll shine, feel fine…
you could use your mainline.”

You are soon full of bullsh*t that’s this “medicine”; you’ve found
that you’ve knelt right down; your head starts to pound.
The stooge full of bullsh*t helps put you under the ground.
Until then, have a nice day.