David Wilcox - Cold Lyrics
You ever wonder why you get a coldLook at the word - spell it - C-old.C-OLDYou're pulled over by the reaper for a warningHe says,"I clocked you thinking 80"You know you're not that oldYou've been worried about the darkness in the morningWell, I'll give you something to worry about, he saysAnd he flips open his ticket padAppreciate your breathingI'm gonna write you up a headache for those thoughtsNow why you been so worriedWhat have you been readingAnd why do you have to tally all you've lostI'ma write you up a head coldIt comes on like bad weatherSo maybe you'll appreciate the warmingSee it gives a new perspectiveSoon you'll be feeling betterI'll let you off this timeWith a warningHe says, But take it easy, alrightPeople live around hereYou won't see him in timeWhat I'm trying to say isYou'll miss him