Tony Fauci

To the tune of Oklahoma.

They couldn't pick a better man to sell the fright.

Better dive for cover before it's too late.

Ignore new facts as they come to light.

Keeping us living in a terrified state.

Terrified state.

Accept your fate.

Gonna give us handouts instead of a job.

To get the money, our children they'll rob.

Keep the country shut down till the June bugs zoom.

No school or church 'cause there's not enough room.

Lots of folks at the end of their rope.

Giving Trump haters a new cause for hope.

Oh, Tony Fauci, he's the man who stands behind our pain.

Like the kerchief queen, he's for quarantine,

And our sustenance he does disdain.

Oh, Tony Fauci, everyday my honeylamb and I

Hear him sing this song, though he's often wrong:

"You do what I say, or you might die."

Oh, it looks more each day like we've been had,

But our fine MSM sees nothing bad.

And when we say A-Yip-I-O-EE-AY

We're only saying, "You're hurting us, Tony Fauci;

Tony Fauci, go away."