Baby, it’s cold outside.

Baby, it’s cold outside.

Oh Winter, you have arrived! The furs have come out of their hibernation, the fire is on and long nights in the library with a tipple of port are becoming regular practise. I must say though, the city looks incredibly beautiful in the cold. Lovers are nestled into each others nooks as they walk along boulevards, the streets are full of hot chestnuts and children wearing mittens (cuuuute!) and I find myself adventuring to new perspectives to view all this action from above. Baby it’s cold outside…

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One thing about the winter I LOVE is all the texture and layering opportunities the cold weather presents. Silks upon furs (vintage, of course), furs upon throws and throws upon feather collars! I have given myself permission to wear everything I own at once! As soon as I go out the house, this little ditty fills my mind as I go about my day… Oh Louis! Have a little listen on the loudest setting you fabulous thing – and remember, you cannot “over layer”.

“I really can’t stay
Mama it’s cold outside
I’ve got to go away
I said it’s cold outside
I wish I knew how
Tickled to death that you’d drop in
To break this spell
You’d better break that spell, oh God

My mother will start to worry
Mama, what’s your hurry?
Father will be pacing the floor
And he’s gotta go, he’s gotta go
Really I’d better hurry
Please don’t hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more
Take some ‘Swiss Kriss’ while I pour
The neighbors might think
Mama, it’s bad out there
Hey pops, (what’s that?) what’s in this drink?
Ain’t no fun to be had out there, you know
This evenin’ has been
It aint’ even started yet
So nice and fine
Take another drink-a-wine
And maybe you’ll change your mind
I ought to say no, no, no, sir
You don’t have to call me sir
At least I’m gonna say that I tried
Give it up, give it up, give it up
I really can’t stay
And, don’t hold out
Ahh, but it’s cold outside

Look-a there honey, look at that window there
You can’t go out there in all that bad weather
Not gonna let you go out there, it’s stupid of me to do that
You at the wrong window anyway, that’s a bay window there
See the one that’s in the middle there, yeah the one that’s boarded
See that out house there, ain’t no use in you goin’ out there
In all that bad weather, gettin’ them two little skis all frost bitten
But pops, I didn’t tell mama and papa where I was goin’
You didn’t what
In fact, I sneaked outta the house
Oh, Velma, don’t never do that to your mama and papa
You stay here three more days then you go back home to your people there
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
What about my sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
Yeah, you tellin’ me
I really can’t stay
An-bol-eh-do-as
Ahh but it’s cold outside

Hey pops, I’d really like to stick around
I wish you would
Well I live so far, I live way over on the other side of town
Over in the aristocratic part, way over, really
Where would that be honey
Over on Jackson Street
She ain’t been in town two hours and she done found out what Jackson street is
She left on a plane owing me two dollars too
Yes indeed folks this is the place
You know where you can get two drinks for forty cents here
Then come outta the gate and fall flat-a-your face, that’s what you do
Yeah your shoes are blusey, and let’s get juicy
Yeah, but it’s cold
Bah-da-da-dat outside
Bah-ba-da-do-de-da-da-day”

 


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