The world has caught a virus,
so I’ve written you a poem:
We need your help to cure it
so stay the f*ck at home.
And if you have got 12 kids
or you're living on your own,
lock it down and isolate
and stay the f*ck at home
If you think you’re not at risk
here, you’re living in a dome
It spreads faster than a hooker's legs,
so stay the f*ck at