10 Cc - You've Got A Cold Lyrics
Your nose is runnin'And your eyes are redYour head is achin'You'd be better in bedFrom the bottom of your feverTo the throbbing in your toesYou've got a coldYou've got a coldYou're searching madlyTo find a cureBut the mercury's risingTo a hundred and fourYou've got a beauty, a bad assThe mother of them allYou've got a coldYou've got a coldAin't no use in fightin' itGet into bed and try to sweat it outHot toddies won't help youWarm blankets won't sweat it outInhalants just choke youHot flushes will tell youAnyway you've got itAin't no doubt about itNothin' new aboutYou can scream and shout itHot toddies won't help youWarm blankets won't sweat it outInhalants just choke youHot flushes will tell youAnyway you've got itAin't no doubt about itNothin' new aboutYou can't fight itForeign bodies in your kleenexYou've got no taste at allWhile your system is dyin'The bugs are havin' a ballYou've got a beauty, a bad assThe mother of them allYou've got a coldYou've got a cold
