Lyrics Common Cold - 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
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