Isolation Sure Sounds Good To Me

Snow is falling Clichés fill the air But no one can see me smile Cos Boris says we have to wear a Face mask this Christmas But I can't rightly see What the fuss is all about Isolation sure sounds good to me I won't have to see my goddamn awful family Or choke down an Iceland frozen turkey Surely you'll agree Lock me down this Christmas, cos isolation sure sounds good to me I won't send cards Or buy more plastic tat I'll regretfully eat 12 mince pies And take a three hour nap Keep your Brussel sprouts And mildly racist rants Cos I'll be on my sofa Chillin' in my Christmas pants I won't have to see my goddamn boring colleagues Or show my face at the awkward Christmas party Secret Santa won't get s*** from me So wrap some isolation for my tree No more shoppin' On busy streets for me Won't have to browse through Next, Shoe Zone Poundland or HMV Instead of wasting money On fools I rarely see I'll Text a guy I know and Spend it all on weed You gotta keep two metres away from me We're this close to tier three We could all be a symptomatic can't you see Hands, face, space is music to me Cos you never know when the next bat might sneeze And bring the world's economy to its knees So surely you can plainly see Why Isolation Sure sounds good to me