The streets are empty
Stores closed down
No bars, no parties
Since Corona came to town
Gotta keep things moving
Our leaders say
Cash registers ringing
Who’s gonna make the sorbet?
Chorus:
Put the old folks to work
They’re gonna die anyway
They’re OLD, who gives a fuck
So we can play
Someone to fix our phones
We’re not savages
Buy us new clothes
Deliver the packages
Rats in the French Quarter
Somebody’s gotta kill em
Old man, move a little faster
Maybe we let you eat some
Chorus
We need them to tend the plants
Down in the greenhouse
We gonna need a whole lotta pot
Make munchies to feed us
If the summer ever comes
They can cut the grass
Ready for the next superbug?
Not gettin’ off my ass
Chorus
credits
from Stir It Up Someday,
released July 31, 2020
Written and Performed by Sal Indigo
Neil Morris - Bass
Chris Bender - Drums
Bob Pelletier - Guitar
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