Sick WithThe Flu

How do you get anything done
When you're dreaming of me 'til the day is done
How do I move on
When I'm thinking of you like the son of a gun

Maybe you're sick of me
And I'm sick of you
But somebody out there's sick with the flu

You're a fool in love I'm in love like a fool
But for somebody out there love is so cruel

Every night I hear you sing
"Happy Birthday" in your sleep
That's why there's always a party in my dreams

We may think our life is hard
But we're not playing basketball
Down in the graveyard

We may find it hard to relax
But we're not brushing our teeth
Down by the railroad tracks

And we're bitchin' 'bout lines at the gas pump
But we're not roasting marshmallows
Down at the dump

You're a fool in love I'm in love like a fool
But for somebody out there love is so cruel

Maybe you're sick of me
And I'm sick of you
But somebody out there's sick with the flu



Credits
Writer(s): Felix Hatfield
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