Covid Vaccine

 

To the tune of “Little Deuce Coup

 

My Covid vaccine;

I don’t know what I’ve got.

 

Well, I’m not persuaded that it’s something I need,

A shot concocted at unusual speed

To prevent an illness that I likely won’t get,

And if I do, it’s not a real big threat.

It’s my Covid vaccine;

I don’t know what I’ve got. 

 

Don’t ask me to play when I can’t know the score,

With a jab that no one’s ever had before.

Nothing really hard to grasp about that;

I don’t want to be just another lab rat.

 

They can call me names when I refrain,

But I just figure that I’m using my brain:

The risks from taking their novel vaccine

Are greater than those from Covid-19.

It’s my Covid vaccine;

I don’t know what I’ve got.

It’s my Covid vaccine;

I don’t know what I’ve got.

It’s my Covid vaccine;

I don’t know what I’ve got.

It’s my Covid vaccine;

I don’t know what I’ve got.

It’s the Covid vaccine:

I’m not taking their shot.

 

David Martin

 

 

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