This lockdown's got everyone crazy

There's no common sense

We're not to spend time with our family

Can't see the people we trust the most

But don't worry you can get the trades in

Get those pipes sorted

Fix that boiler, sorts those doors

And don't forget those wobbly floors

I don't know you from Adam

I don't know where you've been

But come into my house

I'm sure you're clean.

I miss seeing my family

Holding them close

Having a cup of tea

And being a host.

This lockdown's got everyone crazy

Breaking the rules.

But the rules make no sense.

So what have we to lose?

The NHS is there for us

The keyworkers keep things smooth

The vulnerable are shielding

And we're on the loose.

Everyone's going crazy

People breaking the rules.

The rules make no sense so what are we to do?

Stay home and go mad?

Go out and breathe.

Take in that fresh air

Just stay aware

Stay safe, stay alert

It's all we've heard

But for much longer?

Is the cry so often heard.

Something has to change

It's crazy out there.

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