Baby, It's Cold Outside

Words & Music:

Frank Loesser


F              F7

I really can't stay.                      But, baby, it's cold outside.

     Gm7        C7

I've got to go 'way.                      Baby, it's cold outside.

       F         F7

This evening has been                     I've 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 that fireplace roar.


So, really, I'd better scurry.            Beautiful, please don't hurry.

      G7                        C7

Well, maybe just a half a drink more.     Put some music on while I pour.


The neighbors might think...              Baby, it's bad out there.

Say, what's in this drink?                No cabs to be had out there.

I wish I knew how                         Your eyes are like starlight, now.

To break this spell.                      I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell.

I oughtta say no, no, no sir.             You mind if I move in closer?

At least I'm gonna say that I tried.      And what's the sense in hurting my pride?

I really can't stay.                      Oh, baby, don't hold out.

Oh, but it's cold outside!


I simply must go.                         It's cold outside.

The answer is no.                         Baby, it's cold outside.

The welcome has been                      So lucky that you dropped in.

So nice and warm.                         Look out the window at that storm.

My sister will be suspicious.             Gosh, your lips look delicious.

My brother will be there at the door      Waves upon a tropical shore.

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious.         Gosh, your lips look delicious.

Well, maybe just a cigarette more.        Never such a blizzard before.


I've got to get home.                     Baby, you'll 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.

Oh, but don't you see?                    How can you do this thing to me.

There's bound to be talk tomorrow.        Well, 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 hold out.

Oh, but baby it's cold outside!


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