While I was on my walk this morning I amused myself by rearranging the words of a popular song to dedicate it to Johnson and his inept leadership.
It seems to me that with a clown in charge we’ve got zero chance of getting on top of it. We will be having 19 lockdowns.
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
You’re the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, Covid caught you unawares
Well, it seems to me that you talked Brexit too much these last few years
Though Cummings in castles tried to hide, your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
When you were a child you were a treated kind but you were never brought up right
Sent away to prep school which is where you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father’s finding ways of avoiding rules – too lax
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Oh, who’s to blame
The PM’s insane
Well, nothing he does don’t seem to work
It only seems to make the matters worse
Oh, please
You were still in school and you were a fool – it really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
The Bullingdon boys they tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after awhile I realized you’ve been disarranging mine
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Oh, who’s to blame
The PM’s just insane
Well, nothing he does don’t seem to work
It only seems to make the matters worse
Oh, please
You better stop, look around
Here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous lockdown
Always thought it a great song.
And yr slant is pretty good, too. Great stuff, my man.
Thank you, Michael.