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  • 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
  • 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