The Quarantine Song - Ray Stevens

I wash my hands, I don’t touch my face

I stay at home, shelter in place

I keep my social distance, don’t go to work

I wear a mask and gloves and I stay away from church

I avoid old folks, and should I sneeze

I do it in my elbow or up my sleeve

Stay six feet apart, that is my rule

And I pray for the day the kids go back to school

I’m washing my hands like a raccoon with OCD

I’ve watched HULU, ROKU, NETFLIX, PBS, and BBC

I’ve taken down all my mirrors cause I’m sick of what I see

Two more weeks of quarantine will be the death of me

I risk a trip to the grocery store

Just to buy T.P.

and a few things more

But when I get there all I can find

Is 16 Honey Buns and some Mad Dog Wine

I’m washing my hands like a raccoon with OCD

I’ve watched HULU, ROKU, NETFLIX, PBS, and BBC

I’ve taken down all my mirrors cause I’m sick of what I see

Two more weeks of this quarantine’s gonna be the death of me

You know they say this is war, but we don’t have to storm Omaha beach or Pork

Chop Hill

We just lay here on the sofa and watch TV

I’d rather volunteer for a high-risk Commando Raid to parachute into Wuhan and

find that fellow that ordered that bat soup

I know I’m talking out of my head saying crazy stuff over and over

Like «yes dear, yes dear»

The other morning at breakfast I meant to say «honey, would you please,

pass the pepper»

But what slipped out was «you crazy woman, you’ve ruined my life!»

Of course I immediately apologized, just as soon as I woke up