Letras
Madame Bucks was quite de luxe
Servants by the score
Froodments by each door
Butlers and maids galore
But one day Dan
Her kitchen man
He 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, I crave his hash
I'm daffy 'bout his succotash
And I can't do without my kitchen man
I'm wild about his turnip tops
I like the way he warms my chops
And 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
Well his jelly roll's so nice and hot
Never fail to touch the spot
And I can't do without my kitchen man
His frankfurters are oh so sweet
How I like his sausage meat
And I can't do without my kitchen man
How that boy can open clams
No one else can touch my ham
And I can't do without my kitchen man
When I eat his doughnuts
All I leave is the hole
Any time he wants to
He can use my sugar bowl
Oh, his bologna's really worth a try
He never fails to satisfy
And I can't do without my kitchen man