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[Verse] How do you do I see your mask’s on crooked You’ve sanitized Everything but your outlook I’m here to say From my couch-ship planet We’re all losing it Covid kind of madness [Verse 2] You’re baking bread You can’t name the weekday You moved your house To that glitchy screen play Your yoga pants Have now filed for marriage This cozy breakdown We call it self-care baggage [Chorus] I’m just a sweet quarantined addict From the land of covid kinda madness Got my snacks Got my shows Automatic Doomscroll thumb It’s a full-time badness Sweet quarantined addict Covid kind of madness Click and repeat It’s automatic Can’t leave the couch That’s my address [Bridge] Did you wash your hands Or just your conscience? Are we six feet apart Or miles from sense? Is it Monday Sunday Someday? Who’s counting? Pass the phone Pass the fear Keep refreshing Keep recounting [Outro] So fix your mask Toast the hand sanitizer We’ll ride this wave On a sofa horizon When the doors swing wide We’ll miss this badness These strange four walls Covid kind of madness
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and strutting bass. big tom fills and chorused guitars punch the hook. the verses stay tight and talk-sung, tongue-in-cheek choruses with stacked backing vocals and over-the-top drama., a campy theatrical rock track with sleazy piano, then burst into belted, slapback vocal, classic
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11/21/2025