It Might be Tuesday

When I go shopping for groceries
I don't want anyone to get close to me
I don't want anybody's germs, not hers or his
Lately I don't even know what day it is

I do all my living in the living room
I talk to people on Zoom
While watching Parks and Recreation season four
I hardly know what day it is anymore

It might be Tuesday, I don't know
When you're in quarantine time passes slowly
It might be Friday, it don't matter a bit
There's a bug out there and I'm not catching it

There's a bug out there and I'm not catching it

Every day seems like Sunday afternoon to me
Every night dragging on and on endlessly

My lifestyle changes have been stunning
I've worn the same clothes four days running
If you come over, baby I'll Purell you
But if you ask what day it is, I can't tell you

It might be Tuesday, I don't know
When you're in quarantine time passes slowly
It might be Friday, it don't matter a bit
There's a bug out there and I'm not catching it

It might be Tuesday, I don't know
When you're in quarantine time passes slowly
It might be Friday, it don't matter a bit
There's a bug out there and I'm not catching it

There's a bug out there and I'm not catching it
There's a bug out there and I'm not catching it

It might be Tuesday, I don't know