Parody of “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”, words and music by
Stephen Stills
For
more information
and other parodies, see
www.songworm.com
Parody lyrics ©2020-05-21 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
It's getting to the point where home’s no fun anymore.
We are lonely.
Somehow it spread so badly we must stay inside.
I am sorry.
| Chorus: |
I am here. You are there. You stay where you are. I know it’s hard. |
Remember when we kissed and hugged and felt about each other?
May fate have mercy.
Don’t let the past remind us of what we can’t do now.
Like heavy breathing.
| Chorus: |
I am here. You are there. You stay where you are. I know it’s hard. |
Tearing your mask
away from your mouth, you are free.
And I am fleeing.
This does not mean I don’t love you — I do.
We’re forever
Projecting droplets.
| Chorus: |
I am here. You are there. You stay where you are. I know it’s hard. |
Staying inside, I’m yelling at you while you are muted.
Are you still listening?
Fear is a boon
And laughter a bane for our health.
Hence the rain check.
| Chorus: |
I am here. You are there. You stay where you are. I know it’s hard. Though I know it’s hard. Though I know it’s hard. Though I know it’s hard. |
Thursday evening: Friday in the afternoon.
What have I got to do?
Monday morning: Hang with friends on Sunday night.
What have you got to do?
Can I tell it like it is?
(Socially distance.)
And emphasize prevention.
(Self-isolation.)
It’s our health, with the suffering and the dying.
So here’s what we’ve got to do ...
I've got an answer:
Shoot up with Listerine.
What have you got to lose?
Why not try taking
Hydroxy-chloroquine?
(No co-pay.)
What have you got to lose?
Orange-bronzed canary
Cozies up with coal mines.
Barefaced lies! No surprise!
Drag us toward your goal line!
Voices of the children:
“Ring around the rosy:
Crosby Stills and Nash ain’t young:
Now they can catch corona.”
Rash remote request for
Reconciliation.
Need I ask? Wear a mask!
Don’t be crazy!
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
¡Qué frustrante!
Me recuerda a cuba.
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Isla prohibida del mar caribe.
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Quiero solo visitar donde sea.
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Y qué triste que no puedo viajar.
¡Casa! ¡Casa!
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do