The Corona Chronicles Vol. 4 - My Corona

It’s been a week since I tested positive, and  I’m back home from my self  imposed isolation.  As I count down the days until my next test on Wednesday, I’m fighting boredom.  So why not write a song parody?  Granted, it’s probably been done, and it’s lame, but I wrote it, so there!  

And now with apologies to the Knack and Weird Al, here is My Corona.   Feel free to sing as you feel lead. 

My Corona 

Ooooh, the doctor swabbed my nose

Swabbed my nose 
And now I know that  I’ve got Corona.

Ooooh, I thought I had a cold
Had a cold, 
But now I know I’ve got Corona. 

Always wore a mask
Washed my hands.  

Now I’m short of breath
All the food tastes bland.  
Cause I-I-I yi yi woo!
I-I-I’ve got Corona! 

Trapped inside for 14 days
Here I’ll stay 
Just because I’ve got Corona.  

Now it’s coming out both ends 
Out both ends
Never gonna win with my Corona!

Always wore a mask
Washed my hands.  

Now I’m short of breath
All the food tastes bland. 
Cause I-I-I yi yi woo!
I-I-I’ve got Corona! 

Oh I’m getting bored
Getting bored
Hopin’ I don’t get some more Corona. 

Netflix’s about to make me sick
Make me sick
But not as sick as my Corona.  

Always wore a mask
Washed my hands.  

Now I’m short of breath
All the food tastes bland 
Cause I-I-I yi yi woo!
I-I-I’ve got Corona! 

Please sing along, like and share! 










Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

God & The Rolling Stones

Image
  “'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. '” —  Jeremiah 29:11 .  It’s not often that I put a plan together that works. Normally, anything I come up with will almost certainly go awry, and that’s certainly how one of my latest schemes  began.  Amazingly, shortly after this plan of mine began to unravel, it turned 180 degrees and became one of the best things I’ve ever done. So, as a believer, I feel like that the Almighty had His hand in this - even if it was a Rolling Stones concert.  I still maintain that it was a good idea. The minute Stones concert tickets went on sale, I bought two pair - for us and another couple. Then greed took over my soul and I decided to speculate and buy four more tickets to sell at a ridiculous profit. If I played my cards right, I might have made enough money to buy a Maserati, or even a shopping basket full of groceries....
Read more

Joe Willie, Finebaum, And Me

Image
  When my cell phone rang, the name on the screen flashed Paul Finebaum. This wasn't an unusual occurrence because I had been writing jokes for Paul to use at his many speaking engagements.   We also occasionally ate lunch together.   No death threats please - I like Paul. While I don’t always care for his schtick, I know he’s not like his radio persona.  For example, once during a conversation, I told him how much I liked Pat Conroy, the great southern author. A few weeks later, Paul called me and said, “I’ve got Conroy on the show tomorrow. Why don’t you come up and meet him?  You can talk to him during the commercial breaks.”  An act of kindness I’ve never forgotten.   I digress. Unusual call or not, my curiosity was piqued. I picked up my cell, and after some chit-chat, Finebaum told me why he phoned.  “You know about that charity roast of me coming up in a couple of weeks?”  Of course I knew. The airwaves had been hawking it for ov...
Read more

Back In The Saddle Again

Image
I never officially retired from comedy.     I kind of faded into the sunset.  I suppose I could trace the time back to when Jay Leno quit the Tonite Show.  He tried to help me get together with Jimmy Fallon, but it just didn’t work out. And when I stopped writing jokes every day for Jay,  maybe the sense of urgency to “think funny” stopped.      But I firmly believe that the cumulative effect of my son’s drug addiction, coupled with him being shot, arrested, and spending 7 years in a federal prison, caused something to die in me.  It was comedy. What used to be a burning desire to write and perform shrunk to a pilot light. It didn’t seem to matter anymore. I have told close friends that dealing with all the problems my son had raped me of my spirit.  It was collateral damage from his drug use. Addiction sucks.   So, aside from the occasional smart alec remark on social media, I left comedy alone.  Oh, I would occasionally find ...
Read more