They're coloring pictures on the table, they’ve painted the carpet brown
The beauty parlor is headed by parents, the circus is in town
Here comes the lying president, He’s got them in a trance
One hand is tied to Vladimir, the other is in his pants
And the congress squad they're restless, they need something to vote
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Isolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy, “It’s Disney, it’s not free " she smiles
And puts her hands in your back pockets all gangster style
And in comes Rush, he's moaning. “I say Hoax and you Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Hospital staff sweeping up in Isolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside
All except for Hobby Lobby and a few states insane
Everybody is making due and all expecting pain
And there’s Jimmy Kimmel, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's ready for Formal Friday tonight in Isolation Row
Amelia, she's inside the window for her I feel so afraid
On her eighty-second birthday she is so utterly dismayed
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an cotton mask
She professes her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking from Isolation Row
Fauci, disguised as Super Man with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a pious skunk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he palmed his face
And he went off sniffling droplets and looking for breathing space
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric sars vaccines on Isolation Row
Dr. Desai he keeps his Fox inside of a leather cup
But his Osmisos patients, they're trying to slow it up
Now his nurse, some local winner, she's in charge of the corona hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on our Souls”
They all play on the penny whistles, Fox News hears them blow
If you pull your head out far enough from Isolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the coffins, they're getting ready for the end
The Phantom of the Cuomo in a perfect image of a friend
They are spoon feeding Ye Old Orange One to get him to feel more concerned
Then he’ll kill us with self-confidence after poisoning us with words
And the Phantom's shouting to nation mass, "Get outta here if you don't know"
The Orange One is just being punished for ignoring Isolation Row
At midnight all the doctors and the superhuman crew
Come out and rest up everyone for another day with more to do
Then they wish from the factory send more respirator machines
They strap two together cross their fingers and quarantine
None are brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping from Isolation Row
Praise be to Trump’s DeSantis, the Holland sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
Broward County and DeSantis fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers die for aboard and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about on Isolation Row
by Dave Zeman March 2020
