Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold, Cold, Cold / Tripe Face Boogie, artist - Little Feat. Album song Rad Gumbo: The Complete Warner Bros. Years 1971-1990, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 24.02.2014
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Cold, Cold, Cold / Tripe Face Boogie |
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'! |