Mick Jagger Comes Out as a Lockdown Sceptic

A number of famous musicians have nailed their colours to the good ship lockdown sceptics in the past 12 months, including Van Morrison and Eric Clapton, but none quite as illustrious as the latest addition to our ranks: Sir Mick Jagger. The Rolling Stones frontman has released a song today called “Eazy Sleazy“, a collaboration with David Grohl of the Foo Fighters. “It’s a song that I wrote about coming out of lockdown, with some much needed optimism,” says Jagger.

If you watch this YouTube version of the song, complete with the lyrics, you’ll find a number of anti-lockdown messages:

We took it on the chin
The numbers were so grim
Bossed around by pricks
Stiffen upper lips

Pacing in the yard
You’re trying to take the Mick
You must think I’m really thick
Looking at the graphs
With a magnifying glass
Cancel all the tours
Football’s fake applause

No more travel brochures
Virtual premiers
I’ve got nothing left to wear

Looking out from these prison walls
You got to rob Peter if you’re paying Paul
But it’s easy, easy
Everything’s going to get really freaky
Alright, on the night

Soon it’ll be a memory you’re trying to remember to forget…

That’s a pretty mask
But never take a chance
Tik Tok stupid dance
Took a Samba class

I landed on my ass
Trying to write a tune
You better hook me up to Zoom
See my poncey books
Teach myself to cook
Way too much TV
It’s lobotomising me

Think I’ve put on weight
I’ll have another drink
Then I’ll clean the kitchen sink

We’ll escape from these prison walls
Open the windows and open the doors
But it’s easy, easy
Everything’s going to get really freaky
Alright, on the night
It’s gonna be a garden of earthly delights
Yeah it’s easy, sleazy
Everything’s smooth and greasy

Easy, believe me
It’ll only be a memory you’re trying to remember to forget

However, lest you think Jagger has become a full-blown conspiracy theorist, there’s a swipe at some of the crazier fringes of lockdown scepticism in the final verse:

Shooting the vaccine
Bill Gates is in my blood stream
It’s mind control
The earth is flat and cold
It’s never warming up
The Arctic’s turned to slush
The second’s coming late
And there’s aliens in the deep state