Baby It's Cold Outside

I really can't stay

Mama it's cold outside

I've got to go away

I said it's cold outside

I wish I knew how

Tickled to death that you'd drop in

To break this spell

You'd better break that spell, oh God

My mother will start to worry

Mama, what's your hurry?

Father will be pacing the floor

And he's gotta go, he's gotta go

Really I'd better hurry

Please don't hurry

Well maybe just a half a drink more

Take some 'Swiss Kriss' while I pour

The neighbors might think

Mama, it's bad out there

Hey pops, (what's that?) what's in this drink?

Ain't no fun to be had out there, you know

This evenin' has been

It aint' even started yet

So nice and fine

Take another drink-a-wine

And maybe you'll change your mind

I ought to say no, no, no, sir

You don't have to call me sir

At least I'm gonna say that I tried

Give it up, give it up, give it up

I really can't stay

And, don't hold out

Ahh, but it's cold outside

Look-a there honey, look at that window there

You can't go out there in all that bad weather

Not gonna let you go out there, it's stupid of me to do that

You at the wrong window anyway, that's a bay window there

See the one that's in the middle there, yeah the one that's boarded

See that out house there, ain't no use in you goin' out there

In all that bad weather, gettin' them two little skis all frost bitten

But pops, I didn't tell mama and papa where I was goin'

You didn't what

In fact, I sneaked outta the house

Oh, Velma, don't never do that to your mama and papa

You stay here three more days then you go back home to your people there

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

What about my sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

Yeah, you tellin' me

I really can't stay

An-bol-eh-do-as

Ahh but it's cold outside

Hey pops, I'd really like to stick around

I wish you would

Well I live so far, I live way over on the other side of town

Over in the aristocratic part, way over, really

Where would that be honey

Over on Jackson Street

She ain't been in town two hours and she done found out what Jackson street is

She left on a plane owing me two dollars too

Yes indeed folks this is the place

You know where you can get two drinks for forty cents here

Then come outta the gate and fall flat-a-your face, that's what you do

Yeah your shoes are blusey, and let's get juicy

Yeah, but it's cold

Bah-da-da-dat outside

Bah-ba-da-do-de-da-da-day