The New York version of Coronavirus is coming to Town
[Speech]
Cuomo: I hate joy! And joy hates me. Either it is going or I am going! And I am certainly not going, Hochul. I have a job for you to do! Now take this down.
[Chorus]
It's a difficult responsibility
That you accept from the number-one lawmaker, me
Have it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There'll be no more joymakers in New York!
All the fermenters - melt them down
Wash the joy Out of every town
Each bowling ball - deflate it
No, I don't want to debate it!
The ballerinas who pirouette
Arrest their musical toes
Don't even let them go in bars,
And dance on any poles.
[Repeat Chorus]
It's a difficult responsibility
That you accept from the number-one lawmaker, me
Have it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There'll be no more joymakers in New York!
Every box store shall be sealed
Till my wounded pride be healed
School Sports – just stop them!
When a child objects - rebuff 'em!
No more drummers who rat-a-tat-tat
No buglers who root-a-toot-toot
Don't let me hear of any joy
Or you will feel my boot!
Hochul: It's… a… difficult responsibility
That he extract from the number-one law keeper, me
Be it known throughout the land from sea to sea
[Speech]
Cuomo: Joy is hereby declared, illegal, immoral, unlawful, and anyone found with joy in his possession will be placed under arrest and thrown in the dungeon!
Hochul: There'll be no more… joy… makers… to the King!
Our sincere apologies to Rankin/Bass, but these are trying times.
[Speech]
Cuomo: I hate joy! And joy hates me. Either it is going or I am going! And I am certainly not going, Hochul. I have a job for you to do! Now take this down.
[Chorus]
It's a difficult responsibility
That you accept from the number-one lawmaker, me
Have it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There'll be no more joymakers in New York!
All the fermenters - melt them down
Wash the joy Out of every town
Each bowling ball - deflate it
No, I don't want to debate it!
The ballerinas who pirouette
Arrest their musical toes
Don't even let them go in bars,
And dance on any poles.
[Repeat Chorus]
It's a difficult responsibility
That you accept from the number-one lawmaker, me
Have it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There'll be no more joymakers in New York!
Every box store shall be sealed
Till my wounded pride be healed
School Sports – just stop them!
When a child objects - rebuff 'em!
No more drummers who rat-a-tat-tat
No buglers who root-a-toot-toot
Don't let me hear of any joy
Or you will feel my boot!
Hochul: It's… a… difficult responsibility
That he extract from the number-one law keeper, me
Be it known throughout the land from sea to sea
[Speech]
Cuomo: Joy is hereby declared, illegal, immoral, unlawful, and anyone found with joy in his possession will be placed under arrest and thrown in the dungeon!
Hochul: There'll be no more… joy… makers… to the King!
Our sincere apologies to Rankin/Bass, but these are trying times.