It’s Cold Out There

I can’t go, it’s way too cold out there
The wind is howling, growling like a bear
Thermometer’s gone in its shell
And I can see it’s cold as, well,
I just can’t go; it’s way too cold out there

Blizzard’s blowing snow all through the air
Drivers in this stuff ain’t got a prayer
I considered going but
I think the door is frozen shut
I can’t go it’s way too cold out there

I know it’s time for work but I don’t care
They never even notice when I’m there
They treat me like a chessboard pawn
And I feel a sick day comin’ on
I just can’t go; it’s way too cold out there

I am well aware I’ve got responsibilities
And you’ve got work from here to Timbuctu
But let’s not do it out in minus 42 degrees
Here inside it’s nice and warm with you
We can think of something else to do

Let’s sit here by the fire in my old chair
And I don’t mean to chat about Voltaire (or even Moliere)
That look I love is on your face
And I’m smokin’ like the fireplace
I just can’t go it’s way too cold out there

I’m tellin’ you it’s way too cold out there
The wind is howling, growling like a bear
Thermometer’s gone in its shell
And I can see it’s cold as, well,
I just can’t go; it’s way too cold out there
I just can’t go; it’s way too cold out there
I just can’t go; it’s way too cold out there