I feel horrible about this, honestly.
Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Five
Paul McCartney
Oh no one left alive in Covid-1985, will ever do
She can't get flight
She can't get wine
She may get sick but she won't get swine
'Cause I got flu
Oh, oh Y, oh oh Y
Well I just can't enough of that sweet TP
My little lady wipes her behind
(Wash it, baby, don't touch it)
Oh my mama said the virus would come
And I would find myself in bed with flu
I didn't think
I fever dreamed
That I would be around, to see it all come unglued
Whoa oh oh Y, oh oh Y
Well I just can't get enough of that sweet TP
My little lady wipes her behind
Ah no one left alive in Covid-1985, will ever do
She can't get flight
She can't get wine
She may get sick but she won't get swine
'Cause I got flu
Oh oh Y, oh oh Y
Well I just can't get enough of that sweet TP
My little lady wipes her behind