Hawksley Workman - Common Cold lyrics

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