(To the tune of "No Particular Place to Go" by Chuck Berry)
Wearing my mask in my automobile Trying to breathe is not ideal Behind my mask they can't see my smile My paranoia is running wild Crusiin and playin the radio With one particular mask to show
Wearing my mask in my automobile I'm anxious about Rona at the wheel I began to vision that cashier When she touched her face with no fear Sweating more and drivin slow With one particular mask to show
With one particular mask to show
Sanitized on my eyes and nose Those inflated stats I believe the whole I'm just doing what I've been told Can you imagine the way I felt? I'm a snowflake that could melt
Driving along in my Honda Accord For wearing my mask I should get a reward Wondering why everyone stares Trying so hard to breathe the air Cruisin and playin on the radio With one particular mask to show