Americký zpěvák, skladatel a pianista, původem z N.Y.C. (nar. 1946), vl. jm. Barry Alan Pinkus. V 60. letech pracuje u CBS, píše m.j. hudbu k muzikálu The Drunkard. Na konci 60. let pracoval v televizní Ed Sullivan Show. V letech 1970 - 71 píše...

Píseň: Baby Its Cold Outside

Interpret:
Barry Manilow
Album:
Because It's Christmas
No well
I really can't stay
But baby it's cold outside
I got to go away
But baby it's cold outside


This evening has been
And hoping that you drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands
There just like ice


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


So really I better scurry
Beautiful please don't go
Well maybe, just a half drink more
Put some records on while I pour


The neighbors might think
But 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 stars tonight
To break this spell
I'll take your hat
Your hair looks swell


I oughta say, ?No, no, no sir?
Mind if I move in closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What's the sense of hurting my pride


I really can't stay
Baby don't hold on
Ah, but it's cold outside


Well I must say
This couch is very comfortable
It's not a couch, puddin' pop
It's a love seat


Oh, how you talk?
Oh Barry, I simply must go


But baby it's cold outside
The answer is, ?No?
But baby it's cold outside
The 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 good delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Like waves upon a tropical storm
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Gosh your lips are delicious


Well maybe just a cigarrette more
Never said your blues will be for
I've got to get home
But baby you'll freeze out there


Say darling can you lend me your comb
It's up to your knees out there
You 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 life long sorrow


At least there will be plenty implied
If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Ah, but it's cold outside


Well I don't know
I don't got to go home
Hey look it's starting to snow
Oh you arranged that didn't you?


See now you gotta stay
Well, I guess I won't be able to find a cab
Yeah, no cabs
And the buses they never run
They'll never run in snow like this


Let me take your coat
Well, tomorrow is Sunday isn't it?
And I don't have to go to work
See isn't that better


And who knows how long it will keep snowing
It can snow for a long time, Kate
What are you doing?
Well now, yeah