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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: The Og Date: 04 Mar 21 - 12:24 PM And another... The Virus (C) tune = Harry Pollitt or…Son of a a Gambolier Well, the Wet Markets of China, are a nightmare to behold, A twisting, squirming, cesspool that will make your blood run cold. A breeding place for squaller, unknown viruses and pain, Disease and untold misery, in mixtures inhumane. Well, the year was 2019, ’twas December I recall, The virus started moving in a radiating crawl. Word came from out of China, as the year was winding down, Donald Trump told Woodward, “It’s sure to shut us down.” It’s sure to shut us down, sure to shut us down, Donald Trump told Woodward, “It’s sure to shut us down.” “I hear the virus passes both by touch and in the air, I’ll just try to hide it, there’s no need to cause a scare.” Then Donald told the people, “This will soon be gone, Just another pesky flu, some fluke phenomenon.” …some fluke (as above) From China into Europe, creepin’ slowly to the west, The population of the earth’s, soon under house arrest. Fourteen days becomes a month, and maybe then a year, 2020’s not so fun, the future’s not so clear. …similarty Now we’re living with the virus, COVID-19 is its name, Times is gettin’ hard folks, things might never be the same. Donald Trump declined, to lead in any way, He thought if he ignored it, it might just go away. For a man who questions science, in thought, and word, and deed, He rode that helicopter all the way to Walter Reed. Everybody has a say, to what good sense demands, Stay inside, wear a mask, be sure to wash your hands. One group trusts the doctors, another says, “No way.” Folks just keep on dying, the vaccine is “on its way.” Youth seem not to have a fear, it’s just the elderly, Hate to say it, some fine day, you’ll be as old as me. Until this virus is no more, and life begins anew, I’ll strum upon my ol’ guitar and sing this song for you. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: The Og Date: 04 Mar 21 - 12:20 PM To Stevebury, perhaps another version... Six Foot Blues (C) Based upon a 17 March 2020 “Mudcat” post by Steve Woodbury & Ann Bauer C E A Five-foot-two, that won’t do, gotta stay six feet from you, D G C G Everybody’s got the six-foot blues. C E A Social distance, gets resistance, still the CDC’s insistence, D G C Gives us all the six-foot blues. E A Coronavirus, does inspire us, it’s all the news, D G To obey what they say, must not hinder or confuse. C E A Miss my family miss my friends, I think loneliness offends, D G C Everybody’ got the six-foot blues. Don’t go out, stay in and pout, move the furniture about, Reading all the the books I choose. Au revoir, corner bar, thump upon that old guitar, Social distance…do not schmooze. Antiseptic, brand new metric, is the routine, Conversation, separation, six feet is the in between. There’s no debate, just vaccinate, lower the extinction rate, Eliminate the six-foot blues. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: cnd Date: 03 Mar 21 - 09:48 PM Well, we're nearly through the weeds here. While I've seen a lot of songs here that encourage responsible behavior, I think the ones that will be more interesting historically are the ones that run contrary to that narrative. Here's one (well, really a poem) I came across re-posted on Facebook today. No comments on the opinions shared, but I think it's an interesting poem that captures the feelings of some people during this period of turmoil -- Covid et al. When I sit down to read a book, Some idjit says to me, “Oppressor, check your privilege — We’ll decide what you can see!” And if I dare to contravene Or decline to heed his quarantine, Some philistine on Twitter sternly says, “That literature’s obscene! “You must do as we dictate, “And we shall de-platform that hate!” Now, what can I say About the news today? Under pressure from the mob A gaggle of millionaires — Dr. Seuss’s own literary heirs! — Are nixing six books — they are pressing “Delete.” And we’ll never again stroll down Mulberry Street. That’s nothing new to us: Just go ask Mark Twain How the story of Huck Finn Got flushed down the drain. “Art should break rules!” So they used to say. But the fools’ new command Is that art must obey. Conformism’s victory is almost complete So you’ll never again visit Mulberry Street. The great and the small fry, From Steinbeck to Weiss Are pushed into the margins Their words put on ice. Harper Lee, Whitman, Rushdie, and Golding — Faced with complaints, the school boards are folding. Freedom of speech has nary a booster: Not at The Atlantic nor Simon & Schuster. The New York Times will bellow and bleat, And the silence will echo down Mulberry Street. No, this won’t do, this won’t do at all — This won’t do, these minds so small! If they see just one word that they deem indiscreet They’ll melt into puddles on old Mulberry Street. Hold on a minute! Has it come to that? Yertle the Turtle? The Cat in the Hat? The Whos down in Whoville — All samizdat? Informers informing, keep your eyes on your feet: The Secret Police patrol Mulberry Street. Must we be doomed to litigate The past, which did not anticipate The present? Must it be our sorry fate To comically self-flagellate? We live and we learn And our attitudes change. Every day is a new day — But isn’t it strange That people who sell books Should have the conceit To put up a roadblock on Mulberry Street? The hucksters and hypocrites Are quick to join forces And report any wrongthink To Human Resources. I know what I know . . . and this isn’t right. Amazon plots In the dark of the night And gone is a book That won’t see the light. But wouldn’t it be grand If they cared half as much About books as their brand? Oh, but who needs all that reading when there’s Netflix to binge? The Star-Belly Sneetches now have their revenge. An intelligent book Deserves someone to read it. A book that starts fights? We desperately need it. An unpopular view? The campus should hear it. But both teachers and students Are afraid to go near it. They cling to their wubbies And bury their faces. Away with you ninnies — Back to your safe spaces! Go back to TikTok or stay home and tweet. You don’t deserve to see Mulberry Street. ?? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: GUEST,Charlie)Walker Date: 01 Feb 21 - 10:28 AM Lyrics to the song above Chorus: What we ganna do? What we ganna do? What we ganna do with the Wuhan Flu? Everybody’s doomed, ‘cept me & you So what we ganna do with the Wuhan Flu? 1. Wor lass has got a cough & she’s tekken t've her bed I’m not so grand meself so I’m sitting in me shed I’m self-isolatin' ‘cos I’m feelin' very frail With a vegan steak bake & a crate of Brown Ale Chorus (Y'e knaa what wu've got t'do..) 2. Batten down the hatches, move your bed downstairs There’s not a penny left in ya Stocks & Shares Or run screaming down the street with ya hands in the air And spend the kid’s inheritance like you just don’t care! Chorus (I’ll tell you what I did…) 3. I said to the gaffer, ye knaa this cough It’s spreading like the plague & I need a week off! ‘Cos I shook the hand of a lad wheizee mother Got the bus to Blaydon with me best friends brother! Chorus (I’ll tell you what we've aall got t'do….) 4. Wash your hands, sing happy birthday twice, Or count Boris Johnsons kids, that works just as nice. And if you get infected I suggest that you try To stick you head between your knees and kiss your arse goodbye! Chorus |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: GUEST,Charlie)Walker Date: 01 Feb 21 - 09:53 AM A song performed at the legendary Bridge Folk Club in Newcastle way back in March last year: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Mg48WDAY7Ro |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: The Og Date: 28 Jan 21 - 01:00 PM Okay, let's try this... The Virus tune = Harry Pollitt (from back in the 60s) Well, the Wet Markets of China, are a nightmare to behold, A twisting, squirming, cesspool that will make your blood run cold. A breeding place for squaller, unknown viruses and pain, Disease and untold misery, in mixtures inhumane. Well, the year was 2019, ’twas December I recall, The virus started moving in a radiating crawl. Word came from out of China, as the year was winding down, Donald Trump told Woodward, “It’s sure to shut us down.” It’s sure to shut us down, sure to shut us down, Donald Trump told Woodward, “It’s sure to shut us down.” “I hear the virus passes both by touch and in the air, I’ll just try to hide it, there’s no need to cause a scare.” Then Donald told the people, “This will soon be gone, Just another pesky flu, some fluke phenomenon.” …some fluke (as above) From China into Europe, creepin’ slowly to the west, The population of the earth’s, soon under house arrest. Fourteen days becomes a month, and maybe then a year, 2020’s not so fun, the future’s not so clear. …similarty Now we’re living with the virus, COVID-19 is its name, Times is gettin’ hard folks, things might never be the same. Donald Trump declined, to lead in any way, He thought if he ignored it, it might just go away. For a man who questions science, in thought, and word, and deed, He rode that helicopter all the way to Walter Reed. Everybody has a say, to what good sense demands, Stay inside, wear a mask, be sure to wash your hands. One group trusts the doctors, another says, “No way.” Folks just keep on dying, the vaccine is “on its way.” Youth seem not to have a fear, it’s just the elderly, Hate to say it, some fine day, you’ll be as old as me. Until this virus is no more, and life begins anew, I’ll strum upon my ol’ guitar and sing this song for you. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: cnd Date: 28 Jan 21 - 10:11 AM Here's one I heard recently related to COVID, among other things. It's more of a current events song but it definitely mentions Covid a few times. I really liked the wordplay in the song--it's a lot 'smarter' than many of these parody songs tend to be. JP Harris - Take Off Your Tinfoil Hat (listen) Well, I read on Reddit that the Reds are commin' And by Reds I mean Blues that are secretly Commies That were posthumously hired by Hugo Chavez to alter ballots And the theory holds water if you don't overthink it The water is a Kool-Aid, so don't ever drink it And I only trust news that is tailored to my discerning palate Did you know Q is the 45th letter in the alphabet And that's how I know the 45th president Sends secret codes in 45-character tweets Oh, and D-Day's comin' and I'm armed to the teeth Against tyrannical government except when I think They need my unsolicited help quelling people's freedom of speech CHORUS So take off your tin foil hat Don't you know that it's out of fashion Don't you know that Jesus has found All the ammo that you've been stashin' You believe that 5G's Comin' in the night to take your babies Away for the Satanist hordes--good Lord! Y'all must be bored, you need to get off the internet Oh, the virus is fake, so I'm goin' to the beach And a mask makes you wanna have sex with sheep And I'll shoot you if you stop me from gettin' drunk over at Chili's Oh, I've read between the lines, or at least every 20 I skimmed the report, somethin' seems funny And the proof is all there, I just don't have the details, really Well, global warming's a hoax from a super-computer To take all our trucks and make us drive scooters And micro-chip the masses, I just know it to be so I want the freedom to die in a senseless mass shooting I heard Obama was payin' the protests and looting And the proof is in the basement of the Alamo CHORUS Oh, I said Lord--Good Lord!--you need to get off Stay off Get gone From the internet |
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Subject: Lyr Add: Trump Hymn, Updated From: GUEST,Greg F. In Exile Date: 26 Jan 21 - 06:37 PM What's Old Is New Again. Heil Trump! Battle Hymn Updated -Mark Twain Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword; He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored; He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored; His lust is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps; I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps— His night is marching on. I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal; Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel; Lo, Greed is marching on!" We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat; Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgement seat; O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet! Our god is marching on! In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch, With a longing in his bosom—and for others' goods an itch. As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich— Our god is marching on. See also: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9C6fw9q1fo |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: Mrrzy Date: 25 Dec 20 - 04:47 PM So far Gilbert&Sullivan or Lannigan's ball is my fave. Would We Three Kings Are Six Feet Apart count? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs (COVID-19; Pandemic) From: Felipa Date: 25 Dec 20 - 03:32 PM It was a long time since I listened to Coronavirus parodies on youtube, when I had a look a couple of days ago. There are a lot of new ones for Christmas time. The favourite song is 12 Days of Christmas (12 days of lockdown, 12 days of Corona, 12 days of covid, etc) |
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Subject: A cozy Covid Christmas From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler Date: 25 Dec 20 - 08:10 AM Seeing as this song will hopefully soon only be useful as an historical document, here it is for posterity. A COZY COVID CHRISTMAS. It’s a cozy Covid Christmas not what we’ve had before. Everybody’s ordered presents from a famous website store. They’ve done it all at once to make the postage free And now the boxes have arrived and their piled beneath the tree. CH. There’s a book by a celebrity who’s just been in the news, A calendar of the Lake District with rather splendid views, A box of chocs from Weight watchers and loads and loads of booze, And a voucher for a parachute jump you’re never going to use You’ve never had to sit before and search from screen to screen. Thinking what would suit a friend, who for months you haven’t seen Then the thing that you decide on, they’ve just sold the last one And you end up with a token and a “Bumper book of fun” You decorate the Christmas tree and festoon it with lights You scrounge some berried holly from some garden-center sites. A little Santa’s grotto in the corner of the room So it all looks very glamorous when you’re sitting there on Zoom The parcels keep on coming, each one bigger than before. They’re stuffed with crumpled paper and bubble-wrap galore. Recycling all that packaging will really be a pain You’ll never get your green credentials up to scratch again. And then the day arrives at last, you’re on your own, but Lo! Your family are on the screen, in boxes, row on row. You open presents one by one and murmur “Oh how kind” As you strip away the paper and this is what you find: It’s time for Christmas dinner and you’re eating by yourself. The turkey is enormous and it’s bent the oven shelf. You’ve never eaten quite so much you’re vastly overfed Thank God for all the toilet rolls you’ve stashed inside the shed. It’s a cozy Covid Christmas, but remember, never fear. If the politicians don’t sort it out there’s another one next year! Merry Christmas Robin |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: FreddyHeadey Date: 08 Nov 20 - 11:15 AM ^ That was dated 2020/05 Then I found it in the St John the Baptist France Lynch parish magazine, May edition, published April 21st https://fliphtml5.com/hdjja/nvxp/basic but it's still 'anon'. To quote,,, "This came to via a friend of a friend of a friend – we liked it enough to share with our readers but know nothing of its origin Sorry we can’t help" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: FreddyHeadey Date: 08 Nov 20 - 10:08 AM GUEST,SqueezeMe - PM Date: 04 Nov 20 - 07:20 AM I won't arise and go now, The oldest version I could find from google was on the Neston u3a website. I've had this reply from Lesley after making enquiries via their webmaster. "Thank you for contacting Neston and for following due diligence to ascertain the writer, however, this is not my poem. A friend forwarded it to me and I sent it to someone in Neston U3A. I had tried to find out who wrote it but it was a mystery. There was a bit of a mistake when it was shared on the Neston site as it was added with the phrase ‘from Lesley’ and then I asked for it to be made clear that it wasn’t ‘by Lesley’ ,,," Lesley Sutherland but that line was still on their page, 7 Nov 2020 |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,jamiebrownfolk Date: 08 Nov 20 - 07:19 AM Here's a satirical spin on 'The Lambton Worm' about the state of things in the UK... Boris and The Jorm (Germ): The Lambton Worm 2020 - captions available - |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Richard Mellish Date: 07 Nov 20 - 09:56 AM And another one. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Richard Mellish Date: 07 Nov 20 - 07:07 AM Jamie Brown has posted a link on another thread to his own brilliant one. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Jeri Date: 04 Nov 20 - 08:45 AM I haven't written down the lyrics, but here's Hard Times in the U.S. of A., from Harvey Reid |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,SqueezeMe Date: 04 Nov 20 - 07:20 AM A short covid-19 poem has lately been doing the rounds of F*c*book, usually credited as "anon", but occasionally to some one called "Les". To me it has the distinct flavour of something possibly from the pen of Les Barker, but I could be drawing a long bow here. Confirmation of authorship would be appreciated if anyone knows for sure... OK, a little off topic for this thread, I realise, but it does contain a few nods to what may be loosely considered as folk songs, so thought it might be worth a mention here. Enjoy! COVID-19 I won't arise and go now, and go to Innisfree; I'll sanitise the door knob and make a cup of tea. I won't go down to the sea again; I won't go out at all; I'll wander lonely as a cloud from the kitchen to the hall. There's a green-eyed yellow monster to the north of Kathmandu, But I shan't be seeing him just yet, and nor, I think, will you. While the dawn comes up like thunder on the road to Mandalay, I'll make my bit of supper and eat it off the tray. I shall not speed my bonnie boat across the seas to Skye, Or take the rolling English road from Birmingham to Rye. About the woodland, just right now, I am not free to go To see the Keep Out posters or the cherry hung with snow. And no, I won't be traveling much within the realms of gold, Or get to Milford Haven; all that's been put on hold. "Give me your hand", I shan't request, albeit we are friends, Nor come within a mile of you until this sh*t show ends. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Stilly River Sage Date: 03 Nov 20 - 08:43 PM I know this link has been shared, but I'm not finding the post. Someone asked on the Facebook page and I don't answer song questions there, they need to be here on the more durable Mudcat site. The song is "Stay the Fuck at Home" by Robert Emmett Kelly and Christopher John Franklin. Stay the Fuck at Home. To use this video in a commercial player or in broadcasts, please email licensing@storyful.com Stay the Fuck at Home © 2020 Robert Emmett Kelly, Christopher John Franklin Lyric by Chris Franklin (see https://youtu.be/sP40WX-nRcU) SHEET MUSIC AT: https://www.kevinlynchnj.com/store/p50/%22Stay_the_Fuck_At_Home%22_-_Sheet_Music.html#/ |
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Subject: RE: Song: When they reopen all the bars From: GUEST,diplocase Date: 15 Oct 20 - 01:40 AM one more time, a little neater! cac WHEN THEY REOPEN ALL THE BARS - COVID SONG w/m by Penka Jane Culevski of Seattle (one heck of a songwriter, and a lovely singer!) 1. I’ll drink my whiskey neat again Sing in chorus with my friends Wish well to Johnny, our dear bartend When they reopen all the bars —chorus— When they reopen all the bars When they reopen all the bars We’ll all shake hands and all link arms When they reopen all the bars 2. I’ll give a hug to sweet Colleen And hear her whistle bright and keen When all of us may reconvene When they reopen all the bars —chorus— 3. We’ll sit together knee to knee Sharing tunes, and converse free Passing hours cheerfully When they reopen all the bars —chorus— 4. We’ll gayly greet old Jackie Tar We’ll hunt the bucks of Oranmore (The Bucks of Oranmore: Irish reel tune) Banish misfortune, when frost’s all o’er (Banish Misfortune: Irish jig tune) When they reopen all the bars —chorus— 5. We’ll raise a glass, fear to dispel And one for those who made us well We’ll raise one more for those that fell When they reopen all the bars —chorus— 6. We’ll gather then, long overdue All our friendships to renew I’ll kiss my love there in full view When they reopen all the bars —chorus—x2 |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: John MacKenzie Date: 08 Oct 20 - 11:10 AM The Men of Knoydart, had to let one of their number go. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Jack Campin Date: 08 Oct 20 - 11:03 AM After the rule of six came into force; - Johnnie of Braidislee got to carry on poaching since it would have taken seven foresters to get him - Clerk Saunders was left to carry on shagging Lady Margaret since that seventh brother didn't join in - they had to leave Uncle Tom Cobley behind when going to Widecombe Fair. Others? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: DADGBE Date: 05 Aug 20 - 11:41 PM The root song here is Those Were The Days. Once upon a time we had a culture Full of lots of good, fun things to do My favorite was singing songs together Now that’s gone and left me feeling blue Those were the days my friends, we thought they’d never end We’d sing and dance forever and a day We’d live the life we choose, we’d sit and chat and schmoose For we were blind to what would come our way Lai, lai, lai, etc. Back then we loved to eat and drink together See the kids and say, “My, how they’ve grown!” We’re older now and certainly more frightened Having to spend our time alone Now we’re all afraid to get together Sacred that we’ll contact the Covid germs Our elders’ generation is now passing Reminding us we’ll all be food for worms |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: DADGBE Date: 05 Aug 20 - 11:37 PM This is based on Ry Cooder's version of Fiddlin' John Carson's The Farmer Is The Man Who Feeds Them All. We quarantined through springtime, through summer, and through fall But that virus worked the hardest and longest of us all It worked through nights and Sundays, it worked each holiday It settled down among us and never went away When that virus came to town, it knocked us all right down Oh, that Covid-19 could get us all If you’ll only look and see, I know you will agree That the virus could really get us all The virus is the one, just look at what it’s done That virus is the one to get us all It gets us where we breathe, we can’t get no relief That virus is the one to kill us all The first few started coughing, then they couldn’t catch their breath To the hospitals they went for help where many found their death Some folks did get better, but then some more fell ill Then the trickle turned to avalanche and then things went to hell They came in by the hundreds, by the thousands, and then more But not enough were tested so we didn’t know the score How many were infected, how do we stem the flow? The president decided that he didn’t want to know |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Stilly River Sage Date: 05 Aug 20 - 05:49 PM Apologies if this has already been shared. I stumbled across this one, from Australia: Stay the Fuck at Home Chris Franklin & The Isolators When digging this up on YouTube I found a second version, same title but it seems to be a lot shorter - the Australian one evidently repeats because of so many performers. Stay the Fuck at Home To use this video in a commercial player or in broadcasts, please email licensing@storyful.com Stay the Fuck at Home © 2020 Robert Emmett Kelly, Christopher John Franklin Lyric by Chris Franklin (see https://youtu.be/sP40WX-nRcU) SHEET MUSIC AT: https://www.kevinlynchnj.com/store/p50/%22Stay_the_Fuck_At_Home%22_-_Sheet_Music.html#/ |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Tattie Bogle Date: 18 Jun 20 - 03:19 PM Another Dominic Cummings song, by Grant Simpson from the band, North Sea Gas (which I did post on another thread): Cummings Went to Barnard Castle (Tune: Willie’s gane tae Melville Castle) Oh Cummings went to Barnard Castle Wife and son an' a' To test his eyes and tell some lies Whilst spreading Co-ro-na Cummings and these other toffs Can do just as they please Stay at home is not for them Let’s go spread some disease... The first day, well he felt quite rough Perhaps it's just the flu It can’t be this Covid 19 That's for the many, not the few The second day it was quite clear That something wasn't right "To hell with this, let's drive up north. Get away from all this shite." He grabbed his wife, his son as well And packed up his big car We must away and isolate But Durham is quite far The rules are there, we cannot go But to us, they don’t apply We're rich, we do just what we want If caught, we'll simply lie. Afterwards in London Town There was a big stramash An interview in Downing Street A bloody great car crash We'll blame the press, we'll blame the plebs We'll fight them, wait and see And if they still won't go away I'll bribe the BBC! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,henryp Date: 15 Jun 20 - 01:35 PM The men who looked down on us As they told us what to do Now they topple daily But, me, I fell for you There's danger in the air It's out of sight and out of view But we can find a bubble Where there's room enough for two |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: The Doctor Date: 14 Jun 20 - 06:07 AM A song that I was going to call 'Cummings and Goings', but that might be too pointed, so I'll just call it 21st Century Broadside Ballad. 'Twas on a Monday morning, when I beheld my darling, She really looked alarming and she had a high degree. She looked so pale and weary, so I thought I'd best say cheerio. Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away. 'Twas on a Tuesday morning, when I beheld my darling, She looked a little better so I thought I would go home. She still looked pale and weary-o, but nothing like as bleary-o. Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away. 'Twas on a Wednesday morning, I felt an idea forming, We'd go and see the family, it's just a little trip. We'd go and have a heart to heart, albeit from six feet apart. Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away. 'Twas on a Thursday morning, just as the day was dawning, The papers brought a warning that all was not OK. They said I should have stayed at home, and left my family alone. Dashing along the motorway to drive my cares away. 'Twas on a Friday morning I spoke unto my darling And said we should be going home if I could see to drive. I thought a local trip was best to see if I would pass the test. Dashing along the 688 to drive my cares away. 'Twas on a Saturday evening, as through the traffic weaving, I thought we'd make it home for tea if we could just press on. But journalists were everywhere, it really wasn't very fair. Crawling along the London streets to drive my cares away. 'Twas on a Sunday morning I went into the garden And told them why I'd done it but they really weren't impressed. And so I left them to it, for I certainly don't rue it. Helping to run the government just drives my cares away. (Tune: Dashing away with the smoothing iron) Hopefully the relevance has not entirely passed. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Jonathan Talbot Date: 26 May 20 - 06:19 PM The Streets of Manhattan (Sing to the tune of “The Streets of Laredo” or the modified melody recorded by Lynette Hensley) 1. One morning while walking the streets of Manhattan, The season was spring and the weather was fair. I encountered a woman in a white linen lab coat, Sweating with fever and gasping for air. 2. “You can see by my outfit that I am a doctor,” These words she did say with a tear in her eye. “Please keep your distance but stay here beside me For I’ve got the virus and I know I will die.” 3. “Please say goodbye to my husband and children, To my friends and companions, and also my folks. Tell them that someone - that someone was lying When he said the virus was only a hoax – yes…” 4. “The President told us we need not be fearful His advisors stood ‘round him and nodded their heads, But we ran out of masks for the doctors and nurses, and we ran out of gowns and we ran out of beds.” 5. “Throughout our country the governors pleaded, ’Please send us supplies, we can’t fight this alone.’” “The reply from a White House devoid of compassion was ’I’m not your shipping clerk, you’re on your own.’” 6. “The CDC told us ’reuse your equipment…’” “They said it was safe, but I didn’t agree. Still l had to do what I could for each patient, and the one I could not do the best for was me.” 7. Think of me kindly and comfort my family And promise you’ll tell them, ‘cause I don’t have long. That these are the words that I want on my tombstone: "'She did what was right and she knew what was wrong.’” 8. Keeping my distance, I dialed nine-eleven But before they could get there – she passed away. And she wasn’t alone, there were more than eight hundred Who died in Manhattan from the virus that day. 9. One morning while walking the streets of Manhattan, The season was spring and the weather was fair. I encountered a woman in a white linen lab coat, Sweating with fever and gasping for air. Lyrics © April 19, 2020 by Jonathan Talbot www.talbot1.com jonathan@talbot1.com Phone: 845-258-4620 (East Coast hours please) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Jerry Date: 19 May 20 - 12:45 PM Is the run on bags of flour, as people dream of taking up baking bread and cakes, a universal phenomenon like toilet rolls? If not, this one might not work.... Where have all the flour bags gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the flour bags gone? All have to go, Where have all the flour bags gone? Gone for stockpiles every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. Where have all the stockpiles gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the stockpiles gone? All have to go, Where have all the stockpiles gone? Gone to waste bins every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. Where have all the waste bins gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the waste bins gone? All have to go, Where have all the waste bins gone? Gone to insects every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. Where have all the insects gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the insects gone? All have to go, Where have all the insects gone? Gone to young bats every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. Where have all the young bats gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the young bats gone? All have to go, Where have all the young bats gone? Gone on menus every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. Where have all the menus gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the menus gone? All have to go, Where have all the menus gone? Gone for recykes every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. Where have all the recykes gone? Let’s all panic now, Where have all the recykes gone? All have to go, Where have all the recykes gone? Gone for flour bags every one, When will they ever learn? Everything takes its turn. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Felipa Date: 18 May 20 - 10:20 PM a different Everybody must stay home, David Ippolito lyrics on screen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSng7op4FyY |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Felipa Date: 18 May 20 - 10:14 PM Stilly River Sage's link didn't work for me. I found a couple of Everybody Must zStay Home videos on youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErFN7Y7qnLg The Connor Party Lyrics: Rainy day livin’ #2 and 17 You can catch it when you’re at the grocery store You can catch it off the handle of a door You can catch it from your friend just dropping by You can catch it like a baseball from the sky I know you feel so all alone But everybody must stay home You can get it if you’ve got the Memphis blues You can get it you’ve got nothin to lose You can get it if you’ve got the name Abraham You can get it if you are the weatherman I know you feel so all alone But everybody must stay home You could get it off the Parkin meetahs You could Get it from hanging around the theatahs You could get it if your name is Joan Baez You could get it and then give it to the prez I know you feel so all alone But everybody must stay home You might shake hands thinking you are brave But you won’t be when you're set down in your grave You might shake it like you shake your tambourine You might shake it with bob Dylan in his dream Well I know you feel so all alone But everybody must stay home Dont you go out to Maggies farm no more You better scrub your hands like they made you scrub the floor Dont bring those cracked lips any closer there Ramona Dont share a beer especially a corona I know you feel so all alone But everybody must stay home |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Felipa Date: 18 May 20 - 10:05 PM There's an ZIrish band called the Coronas not particularly folky and they named themselves several years ago so nothing to do with the virus. lots of videos on youtube |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Stilly River Sage Date: 13 May 20 - 03:46 PM The lyrics are posted under the song on YouTube. It's a great Coronavirus parody of a Bob Dylan song: Bob Dylan parody Everybody Must Stay Home Thanks to Little Hawk and gnu for sharing this one. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: cnd Date: 11 May 20 - 03:46 PM Jobless Worried Blues by Zac Sokolow. Features some nice clawhammer and two finger banjo playing |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 10 May 20 - 12:10 AM scroll down the page for Lou & Peter Berryman - November PSA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6UBfRzcEmk |
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Subject: ADD: Ray Frank Coronavirus Song From: Joe Offer Date: 06 May 20 - 07:19 PM Here's a good one, written and posted by Ray Frank (DADGBE) This came to me today in a fit of either divine inspiration or something else. If you don’t recognize the tune, look up Woody Guthrie’s So Long It’s Been Good To Know Ya. Anybody want to use it, go ahead. If y’all want too pay something, send toilet paper. TITLE (Ray Frank) Well, the covid hit and it hit like thunder It dusted us over, put us six feet under, It blocked out our jobs and ended our fun And straight for home all the people did run
So long it’s been good to know ya So long, it’s been good to know ya This nasty old covid is getting me down And I want to be drifting along We stayed in our houses, we sealed up the cracks We wore masks and gloves, stuffed our ears with wax We blamed the Chinese, we blamed Democrats And those covidiot protesters sure have our backs The churches were full, the churches were packed And that dirty old covid made such an attack That the Blood of the Lamb didn’t give us no help In spite all that the preachers do yelp I wash my hands ‘til my skin starts to crack, I break out in cold sweat over sneezes and hacks, I can’t get no nookie, I can’t get no hug I’m just too afraid of that corona bug We can’t wipe our asses, we can’t get no food, The president tells us that everything’s good, He says he’s got it all under control But somehow, I don’t seem to trust him at all |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Felipa Date: 04 May 20 - 05:18 PM Jack Campin - there are at least a couple of Dettol be the Day songs on youtube, links are posted on the Trump's Lysol thread on Mudcat ------------ I just heard a Corona health precaution song on the radio. Country/Country Western Style. Can anyone say who the artist is and what the title is? Lyrics include these lines: Corona, Corona we will beat you Listen to the tv and the radio Wash your face; keep your hands clean Keep six feet apart; you know what I mean |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Jack Campin Date: 27 Apr 20 - 05:33 AM Going round FB - a picture of Dolly Parton captioned Chlorine, chlorine, chlorine, CHLORI-I-INE! Please don't drink it just because you can. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Joe Offer Date: 26 Apr 20 - 11:46 PM Barbra Streisand has a song called "Don't Lie to Me": |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Jack Campin Date: 26 Apr 20 - 04:38 PM I'm told this is funny but it's in Polish. Translation anyone? https://youtu.be/wUS--eKGqBE |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Joe Offer Date: 26 Apr 20 - 12:38 AM David Ingerson sang this tonight. I hope he'll come and clean it up Tune: Lanigan's Ball In the town of Wuhan some germs from an animal made a big leap and infected a few, nobody thought it would be a pandemic and now the whole world is in a hullabaloo. It didn't take long for the germs to go global in planes and trains and cruises by sea. Now locked in our homes and trying to stay sober we can't even watch the live sports on TV. Six long months in Isolation, six long months doing nothing at all, six long months in isolation this lockdown is driving me up the wall. I tried to go out got sent back in again. I went out again straight back in again. Sick to death of the social distancing finish the lockdown for once and for all. The experts say keep two meters distance and never to gather in couples and groups, and eating at home is a feckin disaster I’m fat as a fool eating pasta and soups. Now in the UK the virus was active and got the Prime Minister in number 10, I hope Boris Johnson recovers completely so that we can call him a dickhead again. Six long months in isolation six long months without toilet roll. I wish to God I had constipation because I have nothing for wiping me hole. I tried to go out got sent back in again. I went out again straight back in again. Sick to death of the social distancing finish the lockdown for once and for all. Now Trump took it lightly there's no need to panic we’re under control sure tis only a flu he finally did what he promised the voters America first in the infections too. Three long years with Trump as president three long years doing nothing at all talking shite and blaming China while Mexico begs him to finish the wall. I tried to go out got sent back in again. I went out again straight back in again. Sick to death of the social distancing finish the lockdown for once and for all. The end is in sight and the curve it is flattening lifting the lockdown is yet to be seen, washing your hands and staying at home is the only solution for COVID 19. Six long months in isolation the planet has never looked greener before but back to the grind to pay off the mortgage. The world just won't be the same anymore. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Jack Campin Date: 25 Apr 20 - 11:04 AM Bleach drinking songs, anyone? Something along the lines of Fathom the Bowl or Little Brown Jug? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Jack Campin Date: 25 Apr 20 - 06:45 AM to the tune of Lannigan's Ball |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,johnmc Date: 21 Apr 20 - 04:28 PM Parody of "Another Day" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: FreddyHeadey Date: 21 Apr 20 - 02:52 PM ^^^ just for the record it is Dermot Ryan singing(brother of Cyril) Great song and singing. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Mr Red Date: 21 Apr 20 - 02:31 PM Cyril Ryan sings "My Brother Dermot" Not sure about title, but it is very COVD-19, very Oirish, & very funny - so it is. Begorra. Probably needs a Fakebook account to listen. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: GUEST,Canberra Chris Date: 12 Apr 20 - 06:30 PM In draft for the Shiny Bum Singers: Kill the Lot - to Que Sera, Sera When I was just a junior bug I asked the old ones “How should I go? Should I spare young ones, old, and the sick?” But they all told me – “No”. Chorus: Kill the lot, the lot Before there’s a vaccine shot Though you think it’s cruel, it’s not Kill the lot, the lot! If they are young and doing well Soon they’ll have seen as older ones fell, That left without them life would be hell – Better to kill the lot. If they are old, their time is done They’ve had their chances, time in the sun, Now they can give us young bugs some fun – Better to kill the lot. If they are sick, or doing poor They’ll use resources others need more, And they’ll soon fill the hospital floor - Better to kill the lot. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Reinhard Date: 11 Apr 20 - 01:06 PM Richard Thompson already sang in 1991 "Keep Your Distance". |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Coronavirus Songs From: Donuel Date: 11 Apr 20 - 12:53 PM Just A Number Now A vacation in a foreign land Airlines do the best they can You're just a number now Oh, oh, You're just a number now Now you remember what the TV said Nothing to do all day but stay in bed You're just a number now Oh, oh, you're on the frontline now You'll be the hero of the neighbourhood Nobody knows that you've left for good You're just a number now Oh, oh, You're just a number now Smiling faces as you wait to land But once you're there who gives a damn You're just a number now Oh, oh, You're just a number now You have gloves and masks nd maybe a hood One mistake and you're gone for good If you want to survive, just stay in bed You're just a number now Oh, oh, You're just a number now There is no cure until the end You go for a drive and try to pretend You're NOT a number now Oh, oh, you're in the army now You're in the army now Oh, oh, You're just a number now You've got your orders to stay indoors Your hands's on your phone But it don't seem right You're feelin sick or is it just a trick Oh, oh, You're just a number now Oh, oh, were all in the same boat now Night is falling and you just can't see Is this illusion or reality Some don't want to believe TV You're just a number now. |
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