Letras:Hawksley Workman. Common Cold.

Common cold

Common cold

Christmastime with the common cold

Oh I won't go back

And I'm never getting over this common cold



They're much the same

Heading home on a plane

Lyin' on the border to avoid paying claims

'Cause our bags are full of presents and it's Christmas all the same

We just got home on a plane



And I'm gonna kiss you nice, believe me

Between your woven hands

This cold is a nice excuse

When your friends call to talk to you

You can't go out, you say you're getting old

Another thing I like about the common cold



Nearly OD

On Vitamin C

You're standing in a lineup with a gift just for me

And you wrap it up in newsprint with a bow quite naturally

I won't even try to peek



And I'm gonna kiss you nice, believe me

Between your woven hands

This cold is a nice excuse

When your friends call to talk to you

You can't go out, you say you're getting old

Another thing I like about the common cold



Common cold, common cold

They've got a miracle cure or that's what you've been told

Well let's not rush to remedy

Come get warm in bed with me

We'll pack dry heat



And I'm gonna kiss you nice, believe me

Between your swollen hand

This cold is a nice excuse

When your friends call to talk to you

You can't go out, you say you're getting old

Another thing I like about the common cold