| I was feeling weird
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| I had a half-assed beard
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| As I’d just about cleared a month of quarantine
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| Been locked inside
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| With my kids and my bride
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| And a shrinking supply of dried kidney beans
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| Two kids I’m home teachin'
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| In a home I been bleachin'
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| With a marriage that’s screeching to a grinding halt
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| My savings got erased
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| I can’t touch my face
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| And the only place I feel safe is in a webinar
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| Yeah I’ve gone a bit LOCO
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| Spent the morning Cloroxing my last can of Budweiser
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| Yeah I’ve gone a bit loco
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| I spent the afternoon sanitizing my hand sanitizer
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| I tried meditation
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| But it led to frustration
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| And vivid visualizations of the end of days
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| So i tried learning karate
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| Signed up for online pilates
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| But when your life’s in the potty it’s hard to concentrate
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| So now I’m sitting here
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| Scratchin' my beard
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| But all this existential fear has set my stomach off
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| And the main side effect
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| Of all this time to reflect
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| Is we’ve gone through every last speck of Charmin extra soft
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| Cuz I’m going a bit LOCO
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| I clicked on the wrong house party link and started some family drama
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| Yeah I’m going a bit LOCO
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| Just watched some guy from death cab for cutie do a concert in his pajamas
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| But the birds still sing
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| And the bees still sting
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| And I still refuse to watch Tiger King
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| But I’m going a bit LOCO
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| LOCO LOCO LOCO LOCO
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| But I’m going a bit LOCO
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| LOCO LOCO LOCO LOCO
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| But I’m going a bit LOCO
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| LOCO LOCO LOCO LOCO |