Influenzaville
Sippin’ on Airborne
Feeling so forlorn
Using up Kleenex like they are for free
Sore throat — I can’t sing — I so need a hot spring
It’s hell to be sick — I think you’ll agree.
Wastin’ away again in Influenzaville
Searchin’ for my warm blankie of wool
Some people claim that there’s a virus to blame
But I know I’m nobody’s fool.
Don’t know the reason
For flu in spring’s season
Nothing to show but some feelings of blue
That sneeze was a beauty —
Delivered a booty
How it got here I have to say ewww.
Wastin’ away again in Influenzaville
Searchin’ for my warm blankie of wool
Some people claim that there’s a virus to blame
But I know I’m nobody’s fool.
I blew out my nosey
Don’t feel so cozy
Really mad that I’m trapped here at home
But there’s juice in the blender
And soon it will render
The vitamin C that helps me hang on
Wastin’ away again in Influenzaville
Searchin’ for my warm blankie of wool
Some people claim that there’s a virus to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there’s a virus to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault
Here is a rendition by the master himself, in Cuba, in a happy, healthy time: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BZPbC0JV7k
With fevered gratitude to songwriter Jimmy Buffett. “Margaritaville” lyrics © Coral Reefer Music, Kobalt.
