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Corona

(To the tune of Ghostbusters)
Is there something strange
Deep inside your lungs
Whatcha gonna do
Corona

Will you quarantine
Go out and have some fun
Watcha gonna do
Corona

I ain't fraid of no bug
I ain't fraid of no cold
I ain't fraid of no flu
Corona

Will you wash your hands
Do as you've been told
Watcha gonna do
Corona

Toilet paper is 
Worth its weight in gold
Watcha gonna do
Corona

I ain't fraid of no bug
I ain't fraid of no cold
I ain't fraid of no flu
Corona

If a fever hits 
Six feet out of reach
Watcha gonna do
Corona

Shelter in your place
Will you hit the beach
Watcha gonna do
Corona

I aint fraid of no bug
I ain't fraid of no cold
I ain't fraid of no flu
Corona
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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