Little Feat Medley: Cold Cold Cold - Tripe Face Boogie Lyrics

Medley: Cold Cold Cold - Tripe Face Boogie Lyrics

Cold Cold Cold

 -- Lowell George

 

 Tripe Face Boogie

 -- Bill Payne, Richard Hayward 

 

 

 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 

 I said 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 

 All the things I had to do 

 I had to fall in love 

 You know she's cold 

 

 Cold, cold, cold 

 Cold, cold, cold 

 That woman is 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 

 And I'm mixed up, I'm so 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 

 Yah, ya know she's cold 

 Oh she's cold (cold) 

 Ya know she's cold (cold) 

 Know she's cold (cold) 

 Cold (cold, cold, cold) 

 

 Buffaloed in Buffalo 

 And I was entertained in Houston 

 New York, yew nork, you got to choose one 

 Cause it's a tripe face boogie 

 Going to boogie my sneakers away 

 

 Well I don't want your money 

 And I don't want your time 

 Please don't tripe me honey 

 And I'll give you back your dime 

 

 It's a hype face boogie 

 going to boogie my sneakers away 

 

 Now I don't dig potato chips 

 And I can't dig torts 

 But you can tripe my guacamole baby (it's a guaca) 

 Tripe my shorts 

 'Cause it's a hype case boogie gonna boogie my scruples away 

 

 Hype boogie, tripe boogie, hype boogie 

 All night long 

 

 You bring your guitar, I'll bring the wine 

 Gonna tripe my guacamole baby just a one more time 

 Cause It's a tripe face boogie 

 I said look out! 

 Give tripe face his way 

 I said lookout! 

 Give tripe face his day 

 I said lookout!