A cold in the head is a hell of a thing
It gets you down, I want to say...
You don't know what's wrong... you can't even breathe
You get weaker day by day!
You take everything that ever was made
To kill all those hard-fighting germs
But they fight twice as hard and thumb their nose
For you're a cream-puff they've heard!
You don't want to play... you don't want to sing
You're crosss at the letter X
You grumble and cough... you don't want to smile
What is it people expect?
With a cold in the head....you don't want to talk
Not even speaking of fun
You don't want sympathy... you just want to be
Alone 'til its course it has run!