Jim Babwe Poet Lyric

The New 19

The New 19

It maybe could be just the flu.
It maybe could be just a pesky runny nose.
It maybe could be more than those.
But now it's acting like a thug--
a tiny bully with a tiny rubber hose.


That's exactly how it is
with the new 19.
The new 19.

If your hair is gone,
if your hair is straight,
if your hair is curled--
it doesn't matter to the new 19
because the new 19 
is spreading all around the world.

Look out for the new 19
because the new 19 is cold and mean.

It's an ugly, tiny, thug.
It's a microscopic bug.
It's a cold and mean
disease machine.

You better grab a bar of soap.
You better wash your hands.
You better keep 'em clean.

Don't be sneezing in my face.
Keep your distance. Keep your space.
It's time to save the human race--
time for fightin', time to win,
time to win the war
against a tiny titan.

It's time to wipe the counters,
time to wipe the floors.
time to show the new 19
exactly how to find the exit doors.

Jim Babwe

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