Baby, baby, baby what you gonna do?
How’re you gonna manage in 2022?
We danced and we partied with everyone we knew
But we’ll have to pay the piper in 2022
I’m sad and I’m broke, downhearted and blue
It’s bound to be the end of me in 2022
We trusted our media, government and crew
But they’ll never kick the can through 2022
Troubles are many and hopeful signs are few
I’ll see you in the soup line in 2022
We blew all our money and future generation’s too
Now it’s poverty and destitution in 2022
All the world’s crazy except for me and you
But friend, you’re on your own in 2022
The party ran forever the whole decade through
But we’re bound to hit the wall in 2022
I bid goodbye to Sally, Cynthia and Sue
I’m destined for loneliness in 2022
I was kneeling in the church, praying in the pew
But the preacher said they’re closing in 2022
I’m all out of veggies, cornbread and stew
I’ll sure be losing weight in 2022
They’ll have to find solutions, think of something new
To keep our ship from sinking in 2022
Runaway inflation and war drums beating too
Our backs are to the wall in 2022
Better days are coming, peace and plenty too
But friend, they’re not scheduled for 2022
It’s written in many places, you’ll reap what you sew
And this will be so fitting in 2022
It’s got me so upset, I think I’ll have a brew
I wish I could just hibernate through 2022
Some say covid hysteria is nothing but a flu
Or just the start of our troubles in 2022
Lockdowns, mandates, quarantine for me and you
Our world becomes a gulag in 2022
We could have prevented this, sad but it’s true
And karma will come knocking in 2022
My first name is Dan, my middle name is Hugh
Spare change for me old pal in 2022?
It happened in the past and again it’s overdue
Hard times and desperation in 2022
I hate to bring bad news, my dark and dreary view
I hope I’m off my rocker about 2022
So ring a ring o rosey and cock a doodle do
These here are my predictions for 2022
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