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   And he flips open his ticket pad   Appreciate your breathing      I'm gonna write you up a headache for those thoughts   Now why you been so worried   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