By Bon Covi
Tommy used to work on the docks, now there's been a spike He can't taste his food it's tough, so tough Gina used to work the diner all day, working with her mask Now she has no pay for gloves, for gloves
She says we gotta stay home and watch Hulu a lot It doesn't make a difference if we live in Cailfornia or not We've got each and that's a lot for love I'm not taking that shot
Woah not going anywhere Woah livin in a chair Take my mask, we'll make it I swear Woah livin in a chair
Tommy has his six string in hock Now he has to wear a mask even to go on a walk, so tough it's tough Gina dreams of going to a buffet She cries in the night, Tommy whispers baby there's no more buffets
Oh we'll have to lock down, ready or not You live for the fight because that's all that we got Woah commies are halfway there Woah livin in a chair Take my mask, we'll make it I swear Woah livin in a chair
Woah at Fauci I glare Woah livin in chair Order door dash and we'll make it I swear Woah livin in a chair
Woah I've gotta cut my own hair Woah livin in a chair I take my mask and wear it everywhere Woah livin in a chair
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