Madam Bucks was quite deluxe Servants by the score Footmen at each door Butlers and maids galore
But one day Dan, her kitchen man Gave in his notice, he's through She cried, "Oh Dan, don't go It'll grieve me if you do"
I love his cabbage gravy, his hash Crazy 'bout his succotash I can't do without my kitchen man
Wild about his turnip top Like the way he warms my chop I can't do without my kitchen man
Anybody else can leave And I would only laugh But he means too much to me And you ain't heard the half
Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot Never fails to touch the spot I can't do without my kitchen man
His frankfurters are oh so sweet How I like his sausage meat I can't do without my kitchen man
Oh, how that boy can open clam No one else is can touch my ham I can't do without my kitchen man
When I eat his doughnuts All I leave is the hole Any time he wants to Why, he can use my sugar bowl
Oh, his baloney's really worth a try Never fails to satisfy I can't do without my kitchen manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
