| Lowell George |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| And I wish the world would get off of my case |
| And get on one of it’s own |
| Cold, cold, cold |
| Cold, cold, cold |
| That woman was 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 |
| Oh I’m mixed up, yes I’m 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 |
| Don’t be cold, don’t be cold |
| Don’t be cold, don’t be cold |