You really must go, I've forgotten my fleece Blockaded by snow, I'll call the police Theatre queues, traditional pubs Unwanted touches and overlong hugs From Alcatraz to Wormwood Scrubs Baby it's cold, your chat up lines old Baby it's cold inside You've tried being subtle, you've ended up rude In between sarcastic, foul-mouthed and crude But this gathering storm is not one you brewed Baby it's cold inside ♪ You're ruining my night, you'll soon change your mind Let's kiss and not fight, go kiss my behind Driving instructor's hand on the knee Too drunk to drive or just lost his key Stick 'em in slammer at the old HMP Baby it's cold, maybe he's bold Baby he's better inside You've tried being subtle, you've ended up rude In between sarcastic, foul-mouthed and crude But this gathering storm is not one you brewed Baby it's cold inside You've told him that he's ugly, implied that you're gay STD you're carrying, it just won't go away Tell him that you'll call police, see what they might say Baby it's cold inside ♪ Once they get started, rarely it stops Arm 'round your shoulder at Top of the Pops Only a punch or a slap 'round the chops Baby it's cold, he's tightened his hold Baby he's better inside You've tried being subtle, you've ended up rude In between sarcastic, foul-mouthed and crude But this gathering storm is not one you brewed Baby it's cold inside