Pulling up my mask...
to take a swig of my drink.
For now at least mouth and mind are in sync
Three more of these though and I'll be speaking nonsense as usual,
I love everybody and the feeling is mutual,
Today all day has been beautiful,
Sunny, cooking ribs with the kids, and paddling pool full,
Two months cooped up, few drinks are excusable
Those screws on the news talking like its a funeral,
Ahhh fuck it.
Us gentle rebels should be given medals never punished
and with a bit of luck, it got round people are gathering late,
In this commuter-belt felt-green leafy estate
And that sneaky drink at 4.30
Is now a full blown 9.30, Street Party!

Polish guy from the family on the corner
Pass him in the mornings, but never even spoken before
Want to show that we're in the same knot,
Nothing too involved, just a raised bottle and a knowing nod.
I turn back to a group of ten men,
who drink and then vent,
bout stress and torment,
And paying their rent,
with government help,
I've still got my job,
I'm lucky I guess,
When Kevin got the news it didn't shock him.
Martin never heard the word furlough till he got one,
So we're all taking the pain in our own little ways,
abiding by nights, surviving by days,
All staying 6 feet apart, we
let off steam at tonight's, Street Party!
Abiding by Nights. Surviving by Days.
Just a few when we started,
Just a few hundred now at this Street Party!

12 now, and the festival's getting messy,
And is that some young kid setting up decks?
He keeps playing that same song 'She was a sexy
lady, she had to get her thrill". Ugh, Depressing.
Still dancing though.
Lobotomized drunk, and I'm not alone,
100's here now, see how well the night's progressing,
with more face masks on the floor collecting
Shoulder tapped. 'Did you check on the kids?'
I thought it was your turn? Christ we haven't checked since 6.
We'll be arrested. Relax, I'll go check on them.
Pandemic going on - there's not gonna be a Madeline.
Last two months have been hard, we
deserve some fun at this, Street Party!
Abiding by Nights. Surviving by Days.
Last two months have been hard, we
deserve some fun at this, Street Party!

Oh no, they called the Guards,
Everybody line up and wave greet the cars,
While we stay 8 feet apart, Palms face the stars,
We're innocent here, we're not breaking any rules Guard,

Then something came and just possessed me.
I shouted fuck Covid, threw my bottle like a frisbee.
Came down smash glass shattered the gard door windscreen.
Silence first, then a siren and big scream,
Slink back in crowd me so they don't find me.
So i run home, Slam the door shut behind me.
Slump back, safe in my fortress finally
Panting quietly and Laughing silently.
The hall mirror there and what do i see?
A middle-aged coward and a father of three,
who should know better. Hands hugging my sides,
Then my breathing calms down and the laughing subsides,
And I'm lost now. Staring up at the wall,
Maybe this Covid's affecting me more than I thought.