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My Square Laddie / I Can Cook Too
01. Overture
02. What Makes a Limey Talk So Square
03. Oh, to Be Bohemian!
04. It's de Oily Boid
05. It's de Oily Boid (reprise)
06. The Block Where You Rock
07. I Could Have Boozed All Night
08. I Gotta Hand It to You
09. I'm Kinda Partial to His Puss
10. Who Do You Think I Am?
11. Just a Little Joint With a Juke Box
12. Ev'ry Time
13. Shady Lady Bird
14. I Can Cook Too
15. Some Other Time
16. I'm Tired of Texas
17. Get Married, Shirley
18. Down to the Sea
19. Irving
20. Milkman, Keep Those Bottles Quiet
21. Oh, So Nice
22. The Charade of Marionettes
23. A Funny Heart
24. My Cousin in Milwaukee
25. Long Ago and Far Away
Oh, I can cook, too, on top of the rest
My seafood's the best in the town
I can cook, too, my fish can't be beat
My sugar's the sweetest around
I'm a man's ideal of a perfect meal
Right down to the demitasse
I'm a pot of joy for a hungry boy
Baby, I'm cookin' with gas
Oh, I'm a gumdrop, a sweet lollipop
A brook trout right out of the brook
And what's more, baby, I can cook
Some girls make magazine covers
Some girls keep house on a dime
Some girls make wonderful lovers
But what a lucky find I'm
I'd make a magazine cover
I do keep house on a dime
I'd make a wonderful lover
I should be paid overtime
'Cause I can bake, too, on top of the lot
My oven's the hottest to find
Yes, I can roast, too, my chicken's just ooze
My gravy will lose you your mind
I'm a brand new note on a tabloid dote
But just try me a la carte
With a single course, you can choke a horse
Baby, you won't know where to start
Oh, I'm an hors d'oeuvre, a jelly preserve
Not in the recipe book
And what's more, baby, I can cook
Some girls make wonderful divers
Some girls can hit a high "C"
Some girls make good taxi drivers
But what a genius is me
I'd make a wonderful diver
I even hit a high "C"
I make the best taxi driver
I rate a big Navy "E"
'Cause I can fry, too, on top of the heap
My crisp goes as deep as a pool
Yes, I can broil, too, my ribs win applause
My lamb chops will cause you to drool
For a candied sweet or a pickled beet
Step up to my smorgasbord
Walk around until you've had your fill
Baby, you won't ever be bored
Oh, I'm a pâté, a marron glacé
A dish you will wish you had took
And what's more, baby, I can cook