Out of this House

OUT OF THIS HOUSE

(To the tune of Simon & Garfunkel’s “Homeward Bound”)

I’m sittin’ in my favorite chair

Longing for a beach somewhere

Every day’s an endless stream

Of staying in, not being seen

My hair is growing, can’t be stopped

Closed are all the barber shops

Out of this house

I wish I was

Out of this house

Out, where pubs are open

Out, where no one’s mopin’

Out, where life is waiting eagerly for us

Out of this house

I wish I was

Out of this house

Out, where the curve is flattened

Out, where we’ll all de-fatten

Out, where life is waiting eagerly for us

Out of this house

I wish I was

Out of this house

Out, where I can stop by Macy’s

Out, where I can hold a baby

Out, where life is waiting eagerly for us

Out of this house

I wish I was

Out of this house

Out, where cars are driving

Out, where stores are thriving

Out, where life is waiting eagerly for us

One day I’ll dress up again

And spend some time with my friends

But till then I’ll stay quarantined

With hubby, work, and TV

I know I can’t really complain

From doing which I will refrain