Baby it's cold outside lyrics Dean Martin

 Baby, It’s Cold Outside” was originally written by Frank Loesser in 1944 and has subsequently been covered countless times during the festive period, perhaps most famously by Dean Martin and Marilyn Maxwell in 1959.

In the late 2010s, the track has faced backlash over its forceful nature towards the female protagonist, largely instigated by an American radio station banning the song in support of the #MeToo movement.

   

     Baby it's Cold outside  Dean Martin 

I really can't stay

Baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away

Baby, it's cold outside

This evening has 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?

My father will be pacing the floor

Listen to that fireplace roar

So, really I'd better scurry

Beautiful, please don't hurry

But maybe just a hald a drink more

I'll put some records 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 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 in hurting my pride?

I really can't stay

Baby, don't hold out

Baby, it's cold outside

Ugh, you're very pushy, you know?

I'd like to think of it as opportunistic

I simply must go

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 aunt's mind is vicious

Gosh, your lips are delicious

But maybe just cigarette more

Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home

Baby, you'll freeze out there

Say, lend me your comb?

It's up to your knees out there

You've really been grand

I thrill when I touch your hand

But don't you see?

How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Think of my life-long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that hold out

Baby, it's cold

Baby, it's cold outside

Okay, fine, just another drink

That took a lot of convincing