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BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE (BIG BAND CHART) Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews |
BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE (FRANK LOESSER)
BIG BAND, PRICE £30
Artists: Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews
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A note-for-note transcription of the arrangement performed and recorded by Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews. Arranged for 5444 big band, complete with score and parts.
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I really can't stay, but, baby, it's cold outside,
I've got to go 'way, oh, baby, it's cold outside,
This evenin' has been, been hopin' 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?
My father will be pacin' the floor, listen to that fireplace roar,
So really I'd better scurry, oh, beautiful, please don't hurry,
Oh, maybe just a half a drink more, why don't you put some records on while I pour?
The neighbours might think, oh, baby, it's bad out there,
Say, what's in this drink? but there's 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 ought to say no, no, no, sir, Mind if I move a little closer?
At least there will be, oh, but I tried, ah heh, What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay, baby, don't hold out,
Ah, but it's cold outside.
I simply must go, oh, baby, it's cold outside,
The answer is no, you know it's cold outside,
This welcome has been, I'm lucky that you dropped in,
So nice and warm, look out the window at that storm.
My sister will be suspicious, oh, your lips look delicious,
My brother will be there at the door, like waves upon a tropical shore,
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious, ooh, your lips are delicious,
Well maybe just a cigarette more, never such a blizzard before.
I've got to go home, oh, baby, you would freeze out there,
Say, lend me a coat, you know 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, making my life long 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.