Sailing on the COVID sea by Kim Bigelow

Sailing on the COVID sea by Kim Bigelow

Copyright © 2020 by Kim Bigelow
All rights reserved.
Revised 06/19/2022

Chorus:
Rollin' down the river to the COVID sea,
Wonder what will happen to you and to me.
Lock down, turn around, don't breath on me!

Said the rich man to the poor man, Your life is Mine,
You work when I say and die on time.
Sailing down the river to the COVID sea.

Rowing down the river and what did I see?
Masquerqades, Pass-Parades and Jammed-Buries*,
Two foot, four foot, six foot hops,
Sanitize, Sterilize and Neck-Mask Flops.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred dead,
The President says, "Good Times are Ahead!"
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand more,
The President says, "Stats are just a bore!"

Chorus:
Good times, dead times, money for free!
Stay at home, buy a tomb, no doctors to see.
Stay in place, leave a trace, don't cough on me!

Ten thousand dead from walkabouts town,
"Twenty thousand dead," says the Pres with a frown.
Two Hundred Thousand dead and it's plain to see
Morgue Trucks; The President ducks ... out to the tee.

Shout Out:
I don't care,
I'll take the dare,
gotta breath some air.

Windows Up, no drives around town,
"Bad Luck," says the Pres to Blacks and to Browns.
Can't buy nuthin', There's nuthin' to see,
Dead air, it's not fair, it's no way to be.

Chorus Backing:
Eviction is comin',
And I'll be strummin',
On the streets for free.

"Pay me," says the Rich Guy with hands so clean,
Thirteen Billion in a day is his dream.
Eight hundred thousand dead and I'm ready to scream!

"Hey you fool!", send your kids to school,
Take a trip or a ship, overseas.
Death will be waiting, for the easy takings.

Chorus:
No more pensions, health care preventions,
unemployment compensations
or subsidies.

Dying for the Pres, it's your patriotic duty,
The government grabs all the loot and booty.
It's roll one for them and twenty for you,
Show your face, you're The Ace with your MAGA cap too.

You die just the same and the pickin's are rich.
You get the same care as the folks in the ditch.
'Cause there ain't no cure and there ain't no fix.

The Dead Herds fillin' graves, will make some rich,
As long as we all buy the hype and the pitch.
There is only one guarantee:
The dead in the graves are you and me.

The President says, "We gotta hold our nerve".
The President says, "We're trying to flatten the curve".
says the Man in the Hat, "We're gonna beat it like THAT!"

Johnson, Trump, Morrison too,
add in Bolsonaro and you got quite a crew
Andres in Sweden is fixing the stew,
The only thing missin' is me and you.

"Look around, at how Great We Be",
Don't hesitate, don't be late, you can call on me
Six months later; not a word to be heard,
Everyone's gone back to the herd.

I work for nickles and I work for dimes,
I'll work any days, hours or times,
No food on the shelves and that's the way it will be,
They gotta make a profit in the Land of the Free.

Rich man says, "Come jump in the pool!",
Rich man says, "You gotta get IN, I made it a Rule!",
Everyone says "The water's just fine!"
See all the Morgue Trucks waiting in line.

Forget the past and your future too,
Vaccine's acoming and I hope it's true,
Cause all of these folks are making me blue.

We clap for you and fall on our knees,
The golf course is callin' there's room on the tee.
President says "I can do as I please."

Wear a mask or not, you gotta chose,
You only have one important thing to lose,
Pick out a place where you want to be,
'Cause you are gonna be there for eternity.

We are all in the boat on the COVID sea,
There is no immunity or guarantee,
Spoken:
The only thing we have is our humanity.



*note: this sounds like jamboree but spelled Jammed Buries pronouced Jammed-Borees