Oh god, is it Friday?

This week has been the longest year
Time is all upset, isn't it?
Meanwhile, my set is two hours long
And starts in thirty minutes

Social distancing at nine

I guess this is where we are now
There's no TP on the shelf
I guess we'll make it through, though
Just keep your hands to yourself

Feelin' lucky at nine

Oh my goodness, would you look at the date
We knew when it started. We acted too late
At least know you have this promise from me
For the music tonight, I take responsibility

Spies, too, at nine

Everyone's scared of the virus
But I'm more afraid of thieves
Why, they have to power
To steal one whole hour
Just wait and you'll believe