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I met her in a restaurant down in old Soho,
Where the cocktails flow and the tables are polished by the owner
Oh oh oh, the owner.
When she’d had her fill then I settled the bill,
I drank from a flask as she fastened her mask.
Does she have Corona?
She seemed very kind but it preyed on my mind
And once I got her home she drifted off into a coma,
C O M A, coma.
Now the symptoms I hardly understand
But she coughed like a trooper in a marching band
Oh Corona, Coro-ro rorona
She cannot go out now, without good cause,
For fourteen days she must stay indoors.
I hope it’s just flu, but it all depends
Whether we survive away from friends.
I bought supplies and delivered her food,
We chat online to lighten the mood
Or I’ll ’phone her, fafafa fer ’phone her.
Well I guess we’ll never share another dinner plate
And I hope she’ll recover at a later date.
Just be wary when you go to a rave
Or you’ll end up in an early grave
With Corona, Coro-ro rorona
Well eventually she boarded a plane
I’m not too sure if we’ll hook-up again,
I could find her a place in my heart
But the chances are slim now we’re far apart,
I’m still a loner, L O N A loner.
Well uncertainty was bound to tire us
But the medicines scuppered that deadly virus,
She had a narrow escape, so thankful am I
When she sends me her picture from old Shanghai
I get a boner, B O N A boner.
When travel restrictions no longer apply
I hope she finds love with a healthy guy
And drinks cola, C O L A cola.
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