Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,

Please hurry up before I come to harm.

Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,

Please get a shift on – stick it in my arm.

 

On the leader board to vaccinate

I’m in Group 5 at 68

In front of most but still behind a few;

A huge relief I must confess

So hats off to the NHS

I cannot wait to shuffle up the queue.

 

They make me laugh those silly sods

Who’ll take the risk against all odds

To pass it on to others anyway;

They say Bill Gates will try to slip

Into the dose a microchip

Which will contaminate your DNA.

 

They fear they might become a droid

Unlikely since their brains are void

Or worried they might turn into a spud;

I must confess, I have to say

I think a change of DNA

Would do the silly buggers all some good.

 

I well recall that in the past

They blamed it all on 5G masts

Which is one I particularly like;

Then moon landings on Skeggie beach

But best of all these, they would preach

The Grand Lizard was barmpot David Icke,

 

Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,

Please hurry up before I come to harm.

Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,

Please get a shift on – stick it in my arm.