Lyric You ve Got A Cold

Your nose is runnin
And your eyes are red
Your head is achin
You d be better in bed
From the bottom of your fever
To the throbbing in your toes
You ve got a cold
You ve got a cold

You re searching madly
To find a cure
But the mercury s rising
To a hundred and four
You ve got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You ve got a cold
You ve got a cold

Ain t no use in fightin it
Get into bed and try to sweat it out

Hot toddies won t help you
Warm blankets won t sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you ve got it
Ain t no doubt about it
Nothin new about
You can scream and shout it

Hot toddies won t help you
Warm blankets won t sweat it out
Inhalants just choke you
Hot flushes will tell you
Anyway you ve got it
Ain t no doubt about it
Nothin new about
You can t fight it

Foreign bodies in your Kleenex
You ve got no taste at all
While your system is dyin
The bugs are havin a ball
You ve got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You ve got a cold
You ve got a cold