I really
can’t stay
But
baby, it’s cold outside
I’ve
got to go ‘way
But
baby, it’s cold outside
This
evening has been
been
hoping that you’d drop in
so
very nice
I’ll
hold your hands, they’re just like ice
My
mother will start to worry
Beautiful,
what’s your hurry
And
father will be pacing the floor
Listen
to the fireplace roar
So
really, I’d better scurry
Beautiful,
please, don’t hurry
Well,
maybe just a half a drink more
Put
some records on while I pour
The
neighbours might think
But
baby, it’s bad out there
Say,
what’s in the drink
No
cabs to be had out there
I
wish I knew how
your
eyes are like starlight now
to
break the spell
I’ll
take your hat, your hair looks swell
I
ought to say no, no, no, sir
Mind
if I move in closer
At
least I’m gonna say that I tried
What’s
the sense of hurting my pride
I
really can’t stay
Oh
baby, don’t hold out
Oh,
but it’s cold outside
I’ve
got to get home
But
baby, you’d freeze out there
Say,
lend me a comb
It’s
up to your knees out there
You’ve
really been grand
I
thrill when you touch my hand
but
don’t you see
how
can you do this thing to me
there’s
bound to be talk tomorrow
Just
think of my lifelong sorrow
at
least there will be plenty implied
if
you caught pneumonia and died
I
really can’t stay
Get
over that old doubt
Oh,
but it’s cold outside
Reproduced
without the kind permission I really wouldn’t mind a bit
Recorded
by Britt-Inger Dreilick & Stig Gabrielsson
©
1949 CBS Records AB
Released
on "God Afton Mina Damer Och Herrar" (Cupol CLPL 1019 - LP)