They call it shelterin’-in-place
In a limited amount of space
So says the CDC’s database
To avoid even a trace
Of a Coronavirus case.
Well, I got no place to go,
And all the time to get there,
Can’t go on a cruise
Cuz of the pandemic news
I got them quarantine blues.
Oh yeah, them quarantine blues.
Gas in the tank, money in the bank
I’m just rarin’ to get rolling,
But I don’t need a GPS
I ain’t leavin’ this address
It’s only my sanity that’s going.
Well, I got no place to go,
And all the time to get there,
Can’t go on a cruise
Cuz of the pandemic news
It’s the quarantine blues.
Oh yeah, them quarantine blues.
(*With apologies to all the poets and musicians in the world.)