LOCKDOWN
The lunatics are running the asylum
Trumpington and Twopence
have no cents sense
The trouble is we're all locked in
locked up
Lockdown not in my town
I'd rather be locked in the pub
drinking beer
whisky
vodka lemonade
But I'm afraid
The lunatics are running the asylum
King Karloff with his brand new prince
Nicola Fish
Haggis dish
cover yer kite in public hen
In Singapore they're building more
hospitals for the rich and poor
'cos they're expecting a second wave
of Coronavirus on their shores
Rub-a-dub-dub three men in a pub
and how do you think they got there
through the back door
where they pulled up a chair
the doctor the vicar the undertaker
smoking cigars supping boilermakers
The trouble is we're all locked in
locked up
Lockdown your town too
and the lunatics are running the asylum
29042020
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