― fizzcaraldo (Justin M), Friday, 2 July 2004 08:00 (twenty-one years ago)
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 cold
You'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 cold
Ain't no use in fightin' itGet into bed and try to sweat it out
Hot 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 it
Hot 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 it
Foreign 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
― fizzcaraldo (Justin M), Friday, 2 July 2004 08:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Friday, 2 July 2004 08:05 (twenty-one years ago)
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