Cold, Cold, Cold / Tripe Face Boogie - Little Feat

Cold, cold, cold

Cold, cold, cold

Freezing, it was freezing in that hotel

I had no money, my special friend was gone

The TV set was busted so she went along

I called room, room service,

I’m down here on my knees

A peach or a pear, or a coconut please,

But they was cold

Well it’s been a month since I seen my girl

Or a dime to make the call

'Cause it passed me up, or it passed me by,

Or I couldn’t decide at all

And I’m mixed up, I’m so mixed up

Don’t you know I’m lonely

And I wish the world would get off of my case

And get on one of its own

Cold, cold, cold

Cold, cold, cold

That woman was freezing, freezing cold

Well I tried everything to warm her up

Now I’m living in this cold hotel

'Cause she passed me, up or she passed me by,

Or I couldn’t decide at all

Oh I’m mixed up, yes I’m mixed up

Don’t you know I’m lonely

Of all the things I had to do

I had to fall in love

You know she’s cold

Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' round

My feet don’t, feet don’t even touch the ground

don’t be cold, don’t be cold

don’t be cold, don’t be cold

Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo

And I was entertained in Houston

New York, New York you gotta choose one

It’s a tripe face boogie

Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah

Well I, I don’t want your money

And I don’t want your time,

Please don’t jive me Honey

And I’ll give you, give you back your dime

It’s a hype face boogie

Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah

I don’t dig potato chips

And I can’t take torts (?)

Got to tripe my guacamole baby

It’s quackers and tripe my sauce

It’s a hype face boogie

Going to boogie my scruples away yeah

Hype boogie, hype boogie

All night long…

(Solos)

You bring your guitar

I’ll bring the wine

Gonna tripe my guacamole baby

Just a one more time

It’s a hype face boogie

And I say 'lookout'!