You've Got A Cold - 10cc

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