Walk Off The Earth’s version of Taylor Swift’s I Knew You Were Trouble is, like all covers of Taylor Swift’s songs, sooo much better than the original. It inspired this Coronavirus love song, along with the exemplary job of Prime Ministering being done by the awesome Jacinda, who makes the Australian Numpty-In-Chief look like even more of a waste of farts than usual. She talks about the Bubble — the group of people similar to what I call hearthkin, the specific version of “family” that you live with. Stick to your bubble so that, in the worst case, if one of you has the virus, nobody outside the bubble will catch it; and more optimistically, if none of you has it, it will stay that way.
This is to the tune as above, and it’s a love song, and that’s all you need to know.
March 2020 (still? good grief!)
Once upon a time, a coupla weeks ago,
You were just a pal, a random so-and-so
You bored me, you bored me, you bored me-e-e-e-e
It’s like you weren’t there, and I never looked twice
But then you just smiled, my chest was like ice
You floored me, you floored me, you floored me-e-e-e-e
And I’m long gone when I look at you
What I realise I want to be true
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
That’s if you’ll have me
We’ll keep to our spaces when we’re in town
Till we’re stir-crazy, oh
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
We’ll binge-watch TV
We won’t touch our faces, that’s not allowed
Till we’re begging just to be set free
Oh, oh-oh, bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh, oh-oh, bubble, bubble, bubble
Got no allergies. You’ll never see me cough.
Got recipes for beans. My shoes’ll stay off.
We’re nesting, we’re nesting, we’re nesting-ing-ing
If we need to go out, for shopping down the street
We’ll keep a wide berth from anyone we meet
It’s the best thing, the best thing, the best thing-ing-ing
We’ll be long gone in our cave for two
Will we realise when this is all through? Hey!
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
That’s if you’ll have me
We’ll keep to our spaces when we’re in town
Till we’re stir-crazy, oh
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
We’ll binge-watch TV
We won’t touch our faces, that’s not allowed
Till we’re begging just to be set free
Oh, oh-oh, bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh, oh-oh, bubble, bubble, bubble
When the outside world comes creeping in
It will never reach us — unless it’s restaurant delivery, yeah!
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
That’s if you’ll have me
We’ll keep to our spaces when we’re in town
Till we’re stir-crazy, oh
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
We’ll binge-watch TV
We won’t touch our faces, that’s not allowed
Till we’re begging just to be set free
Oh, oh-oh, bubble, bubble, bubble
Oh, oh-oh, bubble, bubble, bubble
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
Bubble, bubble, bubble
I’ll be in your bubble for the Lock Down
Bubble, bubble, bubble