Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

When we were young, we knew that the answer, my friend, was blowing in the wind. Now that we are old, the virus is Spreain’ Though the Air.

As the virus keeps on spreading wildly out of control, Orange Man can only say, Que Sera Sera.

Finally, in our last musical offering for this evening, we learn that when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s when you recognize He’s a Moron.