HIP TO BE SCARED
sung to the tune of “Hip to Be Square” with apologies to Huey Lewis and the News.
I used to be a hedonist, a social butterfly.
But I’m taking punishment, based upon a lie.
Now I’m obedient, and yes I wear a mask.
You think I’m gullible but I don’t even care.
‘Cause I discount the science.
It’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.
I hear the experts on the news. I watch them on TV.
I’m staying at home most every day and not going out to eat.
They tell me I’ll spread disease unless I really care.
I don’t think I’m gullible. My emotions I have to share.
But there’s no denying that
it’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.
I’d rather be six feet apart than six feet under every day.
If you don’t have a mask, I’ll go the other way.
I don’t go on the freeway. I know it’s not a lot of fun.
But personally I can’t fight it.
An apocalypse whose time has come.
Don’t tell me that I’m gullible. My emotions I must share.
Take it from me
it’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.
It’s hip to be scared.