It's beginning to look a lot like Wuhan
Everywhere you go;
Take a look in the state pen
They’re dying once again
With ovens and crematoriums aglow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Wuhan
No food in any store
But the prettiest sight to see is the padlock that will be
On your own front door.
A pair of combat boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the fear of Bozo and Ben;
Drones that will talk and follow where you walk
Are the boss of Judy and Jen;
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for the relapse to strike again.
It's beginning to look a lot like Wuhan
Everywhere you go;
There's a corpse in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well,
The smelly kind that makes you want to ho.
It's beginning to look a lot like Wuhan;
Soon the hell will start,
And the thing that will make you die is the virus that entered your eye
Then destroyed your entire heart!
