I'll Walk Alone
old lyrics:
,I'll walk alone, because to tell you the truth, I'll be lonely
I don't mind being lonely
When my heart tells me you are lonely, too.
old lyrics:
,I'll walk alone, because to tell you the truth, I'll be lonely
I don't mind being lonely
When my heart tells me you are lonely, too.
New Lyrics:
I'll walk alone, we must stay six feet apart,
And you can't hold my hand,
Though you still hold my heart.
Though you still hold my heart.
I think it does capture the vibe of our times although that may not rank as authentic heart-tugging. Here's another possibility:
Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Old lyrics:
Old lyrics:
Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore.
New Lyrics
Missed the Saturday dance
Found a lock on the door
Coronavirus surrounds me
Plenty here to deplore.
Then test me once again
It's isolation time.
Job gone south, sores in mouth
Temperature at 110
Our stocks aren't worth a dime.
Some of those probably need work but what the heck, time is the one thing of which I have an over supply. Better to be focused on creating high art than to keep banging my tin cup on the bars of my cell and screaming, "I'm innocent. I'm innocent."
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore.
New Lyrics
Missed the Saturday dance
Found a lock on the door
Coronavirus surrounds me
Plenty here to deplore.
The experts tell us we will get through this and when we do we will need an updated version of a welcome home ballad to light up our lives:
It's Been a Long Long Time
Old lyrics:
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time.
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since I can't remember when
It's been a long, long time.
New lyrics
Test me once, then test me twiceThen test me once again
It's isolation time.
Job gone south, sores in mouth
Temperature at 110
Our stocks aren't worth a dime.
Some of those probably need work but what the heck, time is the one thing of which I have an over supply. Better to be focused on creating high art than to keep banging my tin cup on the bars of my cell and screaming, "I'm innocent. I'm innocent."
1 comment:
and I remember the original's tunes so it's easy to sign-along, all I need is a red bouncing ball.
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