My Man's Got a Cold - Vika Bull, Paul Kelly

My man’s got a cold

Oh, such a cold

Could be the worst ever cold

In the history of the world

And I’ve got a front seat row

To the whole sorry show

My man’s got a cold

Everybody’s been told

Oh, he’s so blue and woebegone

He don’t want to get it on

My man’s got a cold

Mmmm…

My man’s got a bug

It’s a nasty little bug

And he’s taken every drug

But they just won’t kill that bug

Now he’s worried it might get worse

He’s thinking about the hearse

My man’s got a bug

And it’s got him in such a fug

Oh, is there nothing nobody can do

Up against the man flu?

My man’s got a cold

Mmmm…

My man’s got a cough

It’s a stubborn kind of cough

He just can’t shake it off

It’s raspy and it’s rough

He’s off his wine and bread

He even said no to head (Oh-oh)

My man’s got it bad

Like nobody else has ever had

Well, if he don’t come ‘round soon

I just might have to put him down soon

My man’s got a cold

Mmmm…

Mmmm…

Mmmm…