Family-of-six go viral with tongue-in-cheek lockdown version of Total Eclipse Of The Heart

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Family-of-six go viral with tongue-in-cheek lockdown version of Total Eclipse Of The Heart

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Third lockdown, 2021 and it’s a little bit lonely, no-one’s ever coming round

Third lockdown, 2021 we bet we’d all be outside but I’m still listening to the sound of their tears

Third lockdown, every day I’m treated like I offer room service but they mess it in the blink of an eye

Third lockdown, every now and then we get a little bit terrified of when we think she’s gonna let fly

Third lockdown, time flies, struggling to tell the days apart

Third lockdown, time flies, feels as if we’re only at the start

But we’ve grown a lot in height, there’s no way for us to measure

And if you look our clothes are tight, we’ve been eating more than ever

All these screens must be harming our sight ’cause we’re on all day long, together we once limited the hours online, now someone’s got the Xbox One on all of the time (all of the time)

I don’t know what to do, we work in fits and starts, we’re sitting in pyjamas making catty remarks

We’re really feeling uptight, my bedroom’s like a building site

Once upon a time we could travel abroad, now we barely get in the car

There’s nothing we can do, we’re totally fixed where we are

Once upon a time we went hiking for miles, but now we can’t be arsed with the park

Nothing we can say, we’re totally fixed where we are

[Interpretative dance interlude]

(Used to be ‘bright eyes’) Struggling to tell the days apart

(Now ‘Lord of the Flies’) It feels as if we’re right back at the start

And we leave on all the lights, I don’t close the doors in winter

Dad said use only black and white, we’ve been ruining the printer

And we’ll always be picking a fight, ’cause they’ll never be ‘wrong’

We’re physically older but in mental decline, we won’t go back to school until the eighth of March

Just sitting in our dressing gowns and giving off farts

We’re really feeling irate, like bears that never hibernate

Forever in a lockdown state

Once upon a time we were singing Les Mis, but now it’s 80s songs from the charts

Nothing we can say, we’re totally fixed where we are.

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