Got a yellow fungus fever, the guacamole flu
And now my lungs a whistling sponge
Stand back if you were you
Cause your pretty mask won't help you
In a backstreet full of holes
Blow me kisses straight from Brazzaville
I will clutch your soul
Give a zero take a zero
This guys looking pale
They quarantined the Philippines
Threw your dog in jail
I'm not coughing irresponsibly
I'm laughing in my hand
The one I used to catch you as you land
Feeling so alone now, I really need a hug
Maybe more, i'd clean the floor for
Your contaminated love
I used to carry enough to keep
You safely out of reach
But we're chewing at the precipice
Better just to leap
I'm feeling so alone now, I really need a hug
Maybe more, i'd clean the floor for
Your contaminated love
I used to carry enough to keep
You safely out of reach
But we're chewing at the precipice
Better just to leap

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ROBERT S. KELLY