Baby, It’s Cold Outside

From the film “Neptune’s Daughter”, 1948.
Words and music by Frank Loesser.


Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. 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 neighbors might think
    But, 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 not
    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’ the sense of hurting my pride
    I really can’t stay
    Oh, baby, don’t hold out
    Ah, but it cold outside
    Baby, it’s cold outside
  1. I simply must go
    But baby, it’s cold outside
    The answer is No!
    But baby, it’s cold outside
    The welcome has been
    How 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 aunts’ mind is vicious
    Gosh, your lips are delicious
    Well, maybe just a cigarette more
    Never such a blizzard before
    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
    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
    Ah, but it’s cold outside
    Baby, it’s cold outside

Sung here by Laurence and Lisa Rubenstein: