Cold Cold Cold / Tripe Face Boogie - Little Feat

Medley: 
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)