It’s only a cold that you probably caught
By wearing wet jeans which you stupidly thought
Wouldn’t give you a chill that would go on your chest;
And I bet you weren’t wearing a vest.
What nonsense, there’s something that’s going around,
I went to the pub and I woke up and found
That my throat was red raw and had made my head pound,
I am a bacterial battleground.
Your eyes may well weep and your nose will soon stream,
You’re infectious so don’t go to work with your team,
They’ll manage without you, you’re not indispensable,
Just try to be sensible
You’re right, for we men always get it much worse
Than you women, whose role is to nurture and nurse,
So I’ll take your advice and I’ll stay here in bed,
It’s certainly flu! I could soon be dead.