Quarantine

To the tune of “Abilene”

Quarantine, quarantine,

It’s a most unpleasant scene.

Governments now intervene

With quarantine, mass quarantine.

Forced to stay at home at night.

People paralyzed with fright.

Something tells me this ain’t right.

This big, bad quarantine.

Quarantine, quarantine.

It’s a most unpleasant scene.

Governments now intervene

With quarantine, mass quarantine.

Ghostly city, once so carefree,

Nothing now to do or see,

How I wish we could be free

Of quarantine, this quarantine.

Quarantine, quarantine,

It’s a most unpleasant scene.

Governments now intervene

With quarantine, mass quarantine.

Trashing the economy.

In the can with our liberty.

Never thought that I would see

Such a strangling quarantine.

Quarantine, quarantine.

It’s a most unpleasant scene.

Governments now intervene

With quarantine, mass quarantine.  

Governments now intervene

With quarantine, mass quarantine.

David Martin

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