The I thought it was influenza, COVID19 bluez
Wake up in the mornin’ feeling like a consumptive
My guess that I was healthy was a bit presumptive
All I did this morning was was cough and hack
When I crawl under the covers I ain’t coming back
I’m coughing up a lung lung
Gross coating on my tongue tongue
I’m dizzy as a top top
When will the headache stop stop
Stop
Stop
I’ve got the flu
So do you
And the eastern seaboard
Ache and moan
Clutch your phone
Puke and plead with the Lord
Fail to eat
Feel defeat
You’ve never felt so bored
Feelin’ po’, po’, po’!
Woe, woe, woe!