by Tim Koechlin
(with nods to Lennon, McCartney and the CDC)

Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something
I hope you’ll understand
When I’ll say that something
I hope you’ll wash your hands!
I hope you’ll wash your hands
I hope you’ll wash your hands

Oh please, say to me
“Six feet from you I’ll stand”
And please, say to me
“I’m gonna wash my hands!”
I hope you’ll wash your hands
I *beg* you: wash your hands!

And when you touch me I feel TERROR
Inside
It’s such a feeling that my friend
I can’t hide
Stay inside!
I could die!!

And if you might… have that “something”
You’ve got to understand
Your ass is grounded, for a fortnight!
Meanwhile, wash your hands!
I hope you’ll wash your hands
I beg you: wash your hands

And when you’re schmoozing I’m unsettled, to the bone
Google “pandemic” … but please after
You’ve gone home!
Please go home!
Stay at home!!

And say you’ll wash your hands
I beg you: wash your hands
You’d better wash your ha-a-a-a-nds!!!!