I woke up this morning with a tickle in my nose,
Grabbed my blanket, wrapped up tight like I was fighting Arctic snows.
I called my boss, said “I don’t think I’ll survive…”
But it’s just a runny nose, and I’m still somehow alive.
Chorus
Ohhh, I got the man cold blues,
Somebody call the evening news.
Doctor, priest, and mama too,
‘Cause a little cough feels like the flu.
Yeah, my lady’s rolling her eyes,
While I’m sayin’ my goodbyes—
I just can’t cope with this drip in my nose,
Lord, take me home before it grows!
Verse 2
She brings me soup and says, “You’ll be okay, dear.”
I whisper, “Tell my children… remember me clear.”
She sighs, “It’s allergies, you don’t need a will.”
But I’m googling my symptoms, planning funeral bills.
Chorus
Ohhh, I got the man cold blues,
One sneeze shook me right out my shoes.
I need a nurse, a hug, and a bed,
For this mighty headache in my head.
My girl’s out mowing the lawn,
While I’ve been suffering since dawn—
Please send prayers and maybe some tea,
This microscopic germ’s the end of me!
Bridge
They say women give birth, strong as steel—
But one paper cut and I can’t heal.
Don’t mock me when I dramatize,
I see bright lights when I close my eyes!
Final Chorus
Yeahhh, I got the man cold blues,
It’s just a sniffle, but I’m payin’ my dues.
Tell the world I fought so brave,
Against a virus nobody gave.
While my lady just shakes her head,
And says, “Honey, take a pill and go to bed.”
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