You're nose is runnin', and your eyes are red.
You're head is achin', you'll be better in bed.
From the bottom of your fever to the throbbin' in your tongue.
You've got a cold, you've got a cold.
You're searchin' madly, to find a cure.
But the mercury's risin', to a hundred and four.
You've got a beauty, a badass, the mother of them all....
You've got a cold, you've got a cold.
Ain't no use in fightin' it, better to 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 it, you can't scream and shout it.
Ain't no use in fightin' it, better to 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 it, you can't fight it.
Instrumental Verse chords
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 badass the mother of them all.
You've got a cold, you've got a cold, you've got a cold repeat and fade....
