We won't hire Noses,
We'll shut the door.
And who could ask for
Anything more?
With Covid doing so much harm,
The lack of vaccine in your arm
Turns us away, kid.
Get one today, kid.
There's no more Bandstand
We can allow.
"It's not too late," friend,
"To turn back now."
Your little corner is your own,
We can't deny,
But give us Hope, dear -
Don't bid your (little) dream goodbye.
("Little" is in parenthesis because it really screws with the rhythm, but it does make the lyric clearer. I apologize for the sloppy Bandstand/friend "rhyme.") |
