I shook off the warning, but the fun was gone
Curse unamusing, too stark and gray
My boss just belched at a bewildered throng
He closed the line and he stripped our pay

I'm morbidly feeble (morbidly feeble)
And I fear that cold prong they use today (more than a needle)
Then I begin screaming (more than just heedful)
Will I see merry plans gone today?
I'm freaked by variants stalkin' this way

Pandemic's evil has stunned too long
Thank grace for aid as the beers go dry
Yet I caterwaul out my somber song
It's clear that I'm glum, it's no wonder why

I'm morbidly feeble (sore and not gleeful)
And my beard is so long__I used to shave (hoary, not regal)
When I begin eating (gorging on treacle)
Will my bleak hairiness shock the maid?
I'm freaked by variants stalkin' this way-ay-ay!

Zest acquired is sinking low
I might need a booster, effect could wane
The screams of the world might loom and grow
My prose lines wry, as I quip in vain
I grip in pain, ah-ah!

I'm morbidly feeble (mourning the sequel)
And I fear the cold prong may cause dismay (more than the prequel)
As gripes become pleading (scorning the needle)
Will I see variants shot to stay?