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
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