#165. Quarantine

 Sick of Covid?

Tired of quarantine?

Well do I have a treat for you!  It's called food.  #YummoGoodo

Blogger's prerogative.  While in quarantine, if you wish to follow a different path, feel free to sample recipes from my asymmetric keto cookbook.  Easily the worst cookbook ever written or conceived of.

Regardless, what better a way to celebrate sustenance than listening to quite possibly the most annoying song of the entire 1990's.  Ladies and gentleman, I give you... "Quarantine." 

Dedicated to AK (not) 47.

Quarantine
sonofsaf

I wish you were thin, so stinkin' thin
You had your last meal, Richard Simmons deal
And so we have dined, so many times
It's not a crime, to order fries
Now money is tight, what do you weigh?
Have no fear, the games we play
You’re on a list, just don’t get fat
I don’t want to sit, where you sat

Big Mac with a large fry
Quarantine, quarantine

Love wings without bones, side of ranch every time
Doesn’t matter, baked and/or fried
And how does it feel, the parmesan veal
C-monster time, I like the Mrs. Fields
Alice Cooper is mad, bit of my face
The pizza du jour, cheese and pepperoni based

He stole a marble rye
Mrs. Choate’s greasier than you
Schnitzer’s better than Lords for the Jews
Mabel Choate’s greasier you’ll see
A deli is the place for me
Quarantine, quarantine
He stole a marble rye, quarantine
He stole a marble rye
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Quarantine, quarantine
Oh, quarantine, quarantine

Food in the fast lane
Food in the fast lane
See food diet for me.

Please go to the store, we’ll eat to excess
Drink Swiss Miss, say God Bless
Complexion’s not clear, pimple terrain
Let’s drink more wine, and dispense some more blame

He stole a marble rye
Mrs. Choate’s greasier than you you you
Quarantine, quarantine
Quarantine, quarantine

Glycerine
Bush

It must be your skin, I'm sinkin' in
It must be for real, 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind, it's not my kind
It's not my time, to wonder why
Everything gone white, everything's grey
Now you're here, now you're away
I don't want this, remember that
I'll never forget, where you're at

Don't let the days go by
Glycerine, glycerine

I'm never alone, I'm alone all the time
Are you at one, or do you lie
We live in a wheel, where everyone steals
But when we rise, it's like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad, you'd bruise my face
Couldn't love you more, you've got a beautiful taste

Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me
Glycerine, glycerine
Don't let the days go by, glycerine
Don't let the days go by
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Glycerine, glycerine
Oh, glycerine, glycerine

Bad moon whine again
Bad moon whine again
As she falls around me

I needed you more, we wanted us less
Could not kiss, just regress
It might just be clear, simple, and plain
Well that's just fine, that's just one of my names

Don't let the days go by
Could've been easier on you you you
Glycerine, glycerine
Glycerine, glycerine

I don't usually pray or speak with God.  But damn-it too hell!  

God, if you're out there... 

Please do NOT speak to me through a burning bush.  I would vastly appear you making your presence felt through a saturated shrub. 

Please do not share this information with Richard Simmons, Cookie Monster, Mabel Choate, Alice Cooper, those who consume McDonald's, nibble on cookies, drink Swiss Miss cocoa, and/or quaff wine.  Also, employees of Schnitzer's and Lords bakeries.