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Now, Madame Bucks was quite de-luxe
Had servants by the score,
Footman 'round each door
She had and maids galore!
Then, one day, Dan, her kitchen man
Gave notice he was through!
She cried, "Oh, no, don't go, don't go!"
You'll grieve me if you do!"
'Cause I love your cabbage, crave your hash
Yeah! I'm daffy 'bout your succertash!
And I can't do without my kitchen man!
(Listen to me, Dan, I'm...)
Wild about his turnip top
Don't I love the way he warms my chops
And I can't do without my kitchen man!
Now, anybody else could leave this house
I would only laugh!
But he means too much to me!
And you ain't heard the half!
Oh, his Vienna schnitzel's so nice and hot
Yeah, it never fails to touch the spot!
And I can't do without my kitchen man!
His frankfurters are oh-so sweet!
Don't I love that scorchin' meat!
And I can't do without my kitchen man!
Oh, how that boy can open clams!
Nobody else is gonna touch my hams!
I can't do without my kitchen man!
Now, I love his pork! I dig his beans!
I need his jelly roll!
And anytime he wants some sugar
He can use my sugar bowl!
Oh, his baloney's really worth a try!
It never fails to satisfy!
And I can't do without my kitchen man!
(Oh, yeah, my man!)
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