Jennette McCurdy - The Corona Song lyrics

I am locked in a self-quarantine
Thanks so much, corona
The economy's the worst we've seen
And now my grandma thinks that she
Can justify hysteria she feels inside
So she takes eight more Ativan every day
I keep telling her, grammy, your
Body can't handle it, you're eighty-two

I guess I'm sort of doing the same
What I mean to say is I'm just
Trying to tune out my brain
I stay relaxed by watching everything on Hulu
And on Netflix and on TruTV
And Pluto, and Disney+, and Quibbles
Is that one even out yet? What about
Peacock? I can't remember them all

I am truly terrified
For when I'm no longer pacified, oh
By every streaming service
Will I get what I deserve?
This might make me face myself in
A way that I haven't before

Oh, shit oh, shit
Oh, shit oh, shit

I don't want to tune into my thoughts
Where is my career going? Will I
Ever be paid to write and
Direct? I wish my grandpa hadn't
Died before seeing me succeed
I don't want to tune into my thoughts
And I don't want a front-row
Seat to my feelings, yikes

And I don't want to stream
My stream of consciousness
I'd rather turn it off and
Just turn on AppleTV
Or Amazon Prime or HBO Go, or
Isn't there another HBO one
Too? Jesus Christ

Oh, shit oh, shit
Oh, shit oh, shit

You know what, there's always YouTube Red
Forget about facing myself
I can always start watching YouTube Red
Sure, there's not really anything
I wanna watch on
There, but it beats dealing with myself, yay