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(with apologies to Paul Francis Webster and Sammy Fain)
Uncertain times, uncertainty
I say there's no way you can pin a thing on me
Corona is Obama’s and the damned Dems’ fault
Meantime I’ll go hide in Fort Knox vault
Where nasty germs can’t get to me
and underground I can reign for eternity,
all safe (and secure) with those gold (and not iron) bars
and I'll pretend things are not as they are