There Is Virus in the Air

I cant keep my Hands.
All to myself
They don't obey me
They swing beyond my control
I Follow their every move
But still they touch my face
Look they go up again
Checking if I need a shave

There is virus in the air
All germs scattered on floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors

I keep my hands on sides
Every hour I sanitize
How can I relax
My nose itches so bad
Look they go up again
Crawling on my face
They dont obey me
They swing beyond control

There is virus in the air
All germs scattered on floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors

What do I do with Hands
that never follow
Any rules
Have quaranteened them
Tied them to the stool

Wont let them touch that pole
Wont let them turn the bolt
Wont let them ring the bell
I keep them behind my back
Have cross my hands across my chest
So I never lose control
But still these hands
They play with my hair

There's virus in the air
All scattered on the floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors

I am walking carelessly
With hand in pocket hole
For greeting my friends I
Simply join my hands
Or raise my hands to head
to say soft salaam
Wont let them shake the hands
Just say a simple hello.

There is virus in the air
All scattered on the floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors