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 ***, 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 it, 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 it, 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 ***, the mother of them all
You've got a cold, you've got a cold

You've got a cold, you've got a cold
You've got a cold, you've got a cold
You've got a cold, you've got a cold
You've got a cold, you've got a cold
You've got a cold, you've got a cold