Common Cold - Hawksley Workman

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

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