Baby, it’s cold outside Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

I really can't stay
(mama, it's cold outside)
I've got to go way
(I said, it's cold outside)
I wish I knew how
(tickled to death that you dropped in)
To break this spell

(you better break that spell.a-vo-tu)
My mother will start to worry
(mama, what's your hurry)
Father will be pacin' the floor
(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 in this drink
(ain't no fun to be had out there, you know)
This evenin' has been
(it is outta here...)
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)
*both* ahh, but it's cold outside