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
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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