David Christy Jones - Seafood Ain't That Special

Well now, let me tell you about it
I understand the urges, I know just how you feel
You wanna take old mamma dear out for a meal
It's Mothers Day and sometimes chocolates just won't do
Don't worry 'bout the virus, it don't apply to you
But seafood ain't that special unless you had a secret plan
An elaborate inheritance scam
She's older than she should have been
You're only trying to help
Prolonging the inevitable won't bring you any wealth, no
Now although you love your mother
Although she treats you well
Giving her the virus could send her straight to hell
We'd all mourn at the funeral, we'd all cry at the wake
But think of all the money that you'd stand to make
But seafood ain't that special unless you had a secret plan
An elaborate inheritance scam
It's totally ingenious, they'd never catch you in the act
She'd want you to be happy, now you know that's a fact
Welcome to hell
The number of documented coronavirus infections worldwide
has now housed fifteen million
Europe continues to struggle to contain the coronavirus
This morning as the coronavirus death toll exceeds 500,000 deaths
Now I know my mother raised me from a boy to a man
I'm gonna use this virus to execute my plan
She'd probably get it anyway so don't feel bad
She always loved her seafood
The last meal that she'll ever have
But seafood ain't that special unless you had a secret plan
An elaborate inheritance scam
You know it's for the greater good, she'd want to see you thrive
It's such a shame that she won't make it out alive.

Written by:
David Jones

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