This one is Craig Jones’s fault: he made the suggestion, and then I couldn’t get the song out of my head so I had to filk it. The song in question is Barry Manilow’s Copacabana. If it helps, I’m starting to get sick of this topic too, which explains the title.
March 2020
Her name is Lola, she’s on a sea cruise,
With friends she met in typing school, on the sun-deck by the pool,
She loves the bingo, and the casino,
So when she got a mild cough
For a while she shrugged it off
But then she read the news, and saw the interviews,
Now she’s gladder she’ll soon be leaving
From this star-crossed cruise…
With the Virus
Coronavirus
She can’t smell that lovely Blue Iris, no
It’s the Virus
Coronavirus
When you’re in Rome, do
As people at home do
It’s the virus…
Now wash your hands!
His name is Norman
He is a doctor
Although he much prefers to say he’s a journalist today
He gathers questions, and makes a podcast
And with his gentle Scottish lilt, our faith in doctors is rebuilt
So when that ship pulled in, he knew it was a sin
All those vectors were now dispersing
Where could he begin?
With the Virus
Coronavirus
The worst thing since Billy Ray Cyrus, yeah
It’s the Virus
Coronavirus
Stay quarantining
Till time has no meaning
It’s the virus…
Please wash your hands!
Her name was Lola, she took a sea cruise
But what she hoped was only flu has her in the ICU
Perhaps she’ll make it, poor harmless Lola
Somewhat embarrassed at the fuss, could have been each one of us
And Norman wants to say, please learn one thing today
You’ll lose a lot more than footy finals
If you go astray
With the Virus
Coronavirus
Of vaccines we’re highly desirous, yeah
It’s the Virus
Coronavirus
It’s really very
Alarming and scary
It’s the virus…
Now wash your hands!
Go wash your hands!
Please wash your hands!