miércoles, 31 de diciembre de 2008

El que la sigue la consigue

La tenacidad a veces da sus frutos, ¿no creen? ...porque la chica al final decide quedarse un rato más, de eso no hay duda. De esta forma tan magistral versionaba Dean Martin el clásico de Frank Loesser. Buena música y divertida letra para esta melodía tan navideña, aunque sólo sea por el frío que hace fuera:




I really can't stay
(But baby it's cold outside)
I've got to go away
(But baby it's cold outside)

This evening has been
(Been hoping that you'd drop in)
So very nice
(I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)

My mother will start to worry
(Beautiful, what's your hurry?)
My father will be pacing the floor
(Listen to the fireplace roar)

So really I'd better scurry
(Beautiful please don't hurry)
But maybe just a half a drink more
(Put some records on while I pour)

The neighbors might think
(Baby it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink
(No cabs to be had out there)

I wish I knew how
(Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell
(I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

I ought to say, "No, no, no sir"
(Mind if I move in closer)
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
(What's the sense in hurtin' my pride)

I really can't stay
(Oh baby, don't hold out)

(Both):
Baby it's cold out side.

I simply must go
(But baby it's cold outside)
The answer is no
(But baby it's cold outside)

Your welcome has been
(How lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm
(Look out the window at that storm)

My sister will be suspicious
(Gosh your lips look delicious)
My brother will be there at the door
(Waves upon the tropical shore)

My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
(Gosh your lips are delicious)
But maybe just a cigarette more
(Never such a blizzard before)

I've gotta get home
(But baby you'd freeze out there)
Say lend me a comb
(It's up to your knees out there)

You've really been grand
(I thrill when you touch my hand)
But don't you see?
(How can you do this thing to me?)

There's bound to be talk tomorrow
(Think of my lifelong sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied
(If you got pneumonia and died)

I really can't stay
(Get over that old out)

(both):
Baby it's cold
Baby it's cold outside...



Hala, ¡a seguirla!

Y en la próxima entrega os cuento ya algo de cine, aunque sólo sea por justificar el subtítulo del blog. ¡Feliz Año Nuevo!

3 comentarios:

Vivir Rodando dijo...

¿Por qué no puedo ser Dean MArtin? Qué asco...

Guillermo dijo...

Bonita canción, ideal para estas fechas.
Saludos!!

Kinezoe dijo...

Cuesta bastante parecerse al gran Dino. Yo llevo tiempo intentándolo y aún no lo he conseguido. Pero sigo en ello...

Un saludo y gracias por vuestros comentarios.