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