Lyrics Tim Montana – Quarantine
Text:
Went to the grocery store after the stampede
People fight for toilet paper like the UFC
Nothin’ left on that shelf but lonely can of beans
So I guess I’ll head back to the house and take a bath in bleach
Quarantine, quarantine
Drinkin’ whiskey like vaccine
Wavin’ at the neighbors
Social distancing
Quarantine, quarantine
Wearing Lysol like sunscreen
Quarantine, quarantine
Oh, lonesome quarantine
All my anti-huntin’ buds are reachin’ out to me
I know your freezers stay stocked up, can I get some fresh deer meat?
Well, I hope your family’s well, hope them hands are clean
Any chance that you might have an extra AR-15
Quarantine, quarantine
Drinkin’ whiskey like vaccine
Wavin’ at the neighbors
Social distancing
Quarantine, quarantine
Wearing Lysol like sunscreen
Quarantine, quarantine
Oh, lonesome quarantine
Shoutout to the heroes
Fightin’ this disease
It’s time to come together now
As one society
But wait a minute
Whoa, h-, like-, i-, just-, stop, stop, stop
Not a literal sense
Because if we came together that would be the antithesis of what quarantine means
But good thing we have FaceTime
‘Cause we can hang out, make dumb songs like this
And shoutout to all the healthcare workers out there
And, Tim, I really like that chorus, let’s hit that one more time
Quarantine, quarantine
Drinkin’ whiskey like vaccine
Wavin’ at the neighbors
Social distancing
Quarantine, quarantine
Wearing Lysol like sunscreen
Quarantine, quarantine
Oh, lonesome quarantine