Twitter genius at OperativeXRay made a song for these times
I'm...sorry.
I've made "Hotel Coronavirus":
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At home on a workday, in quarantine land
Clean smell of fresh soap, rising up from my hands
Outside in the front yard, I saw a sickening light
My cough grew heavy and my breathing slim
I wandered out in the night
There he stood in my driveway, his name was 'Mel'
And I thought to myself, he wants toilet paper or Purell
Then he lit up a cigarette, and said 'this is the place'
There were others about six feet away
And I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Coronavirus
Such a dreary place
Please don't touch your face
Plenty of coughs at the Hotel Coronavirus
If you're not in the clear
There are no tests here
His mind is Lysol-misted, he's got that Pine-Sol cleanse
He's got a lot of little cleaning toys, he calls 'friends'
As they wander in my front yard, all killing some time
Some are looking for Netflix, some for Amazon Prime
So I called up the NSC
Where is your Pandemic Team?
They said - we haven't had them around since...2018
And still those coughs are hacking from far away
Social distance in the middle of the night
As you hear them spray
Welcome to the Hotel Coronavirus
Such a dreary place
Please don't touch your face
Cleaning it up at the Hotel Coronavirus
If you have the nerve
You can flatten the curve
N-95 masks on the ceiling, Med Swabs for a price
We are all just prisoners here, without a ventilation device
And in the doctor's office, we co-pay our dues
The market crashed and the layoffs hit
But grandpa still watches Fox News
Next thing I heard was
"Where are all the tests?"
My throat was hurting and now so was my chest
Relax said the Donald
We are programmed to deceive
You can get tested any time you like
But you can't get sick leave
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