Tekster: David Wilcox. Cold.

You ever wonder why you get a cold
Look at the word, spell it, C-old
C-old, you're pulled over by the reaper for a warning

He says,"I clocked you thinking 80
You know you're not that old
You've been worried about the darkness in the morning"

"Well, I'll give you something to worry about", he says
Flips open his ticket pad, appreciates your breathing

I'm gonna write you up a headache for those thoughts
Now why you been so worried, man? What have you been reading?
And why do you have to tally all you've lost?

I'ma write you up a head cold, it comes on like bad weather
So maybe you'll appreciate the warming
See, it gives a new perspective, soon you'll be feeling better

I'll let you off this time with a warning
He says, "But take it easy, alright, people live around here"

You won't see him in time
What I'm trying to say is, you'll miss him