The Corona Virus Blues by Jeff “Dr Chordate” Moran

Well, just got out of a weekly meeting,
Discussin’ how to deal with a crisis.
Shut down the break room, reception, and the gym.
But no matter what I tried,
It was like I was speakin’ in miris.
I gave all the advice they could use.
But they were undesirous, worshipping Osiris,
With the corona virus blues.

I should be sittin’ in an air-conditioned
Bubble with my gloves and mask.
Keepin’ social distance, with no resistance,
But I gotta do some tasks.
‘Cause this big skyscraper got no toilet paper,
Or anything we can substitute.
Got the Barcelona, big slice of bologna,
And the corona virus blues.

A man with some agility
Could be makin’ a freakin’ heap of cash
But I’m stuck in quarantine
In my hazmat suit, a haze around my stash.

All that I can do is listen to
What my post-frontal gyrus says
‘Bout sneezin’, wheezin’, squeezin’ into mobs and crowds
And never, ever touchin’ my face.
But I’d rather be in Arizona drinkin’ a Corona
Than in this isolation booth.
I got the Mylie Cyrus, tryin’ to inspire us,
And the corona virus blues.

So, don’t think you’ll see me in a casino
Drinkin’ a whole lot of booze.
‘Cause I got the psythiris about to expire us
And the corona virus blues.