The three of us woke with a nose at high tide
Our throats are a ticklin', we're sneezing a storm
We can't seem to get our poor bodies to warm
We're coughing and sniffling and rubbing our eyes
And sucking on sweet cures all colors and size
The trash cans are stacked full of crumpled up tissue
And we've warn out the saying, "Oh, honey! God Bless You!"
We're keeping the couch feeling loved all day long
As we snuggle with blankets watching movies with song
As we snuggle with blankets watching movies with song
I guess its a good thing the weather is poor
'Cuz today, sad but true, we won't leave our front door!
