| Oh, I can cook, too, on top of the rest
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| My seafood’s the best in the town
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| And I can cook, too
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| My fish can’t be beat
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| My sugar’s the sweetest around
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| I’m a man’s ideal of a perfect meal
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| Right down to the demi-tasse
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| I’m a pot of joy for a hungry boy
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| Baby, I’m cookin' with gas
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| Oh, I’m a gumdrop
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| A sweet lollipop
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| A brook trout right out of the brook
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| And what’s more, baby, I can cook!
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| Some girls make magazine covers
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| Some girls keep house on a dime
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| Some girls make wonderful lovers
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| But what a lucky find I’m
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| I’d make a magazine cover
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| I do keep house on a dime
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| I make a wonderful lover
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| I should be paid overtime!
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| 'Cause I can bake, too, on top of the lot
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| My oven’s the hottest you’ll find
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| Yes, I can roast too
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| My chickens just ooze
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| My gravy will lose you your mind
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| I’m a brand new note
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| On a table d’hôte
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| But just try me à la carte
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| With a single course
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| You can choke a horse
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| Baby, you won’t know where to start!
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| Oh, I’m an hors d’oeuvre
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| A jelly preserve
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| Not in the recipe book
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| And what’s more, baby, I can cook!
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| Baby, I’m cookin' with gas
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| Oh, I’m a gumdrop
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| A sweet lollipop
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| A brook trout right out of the brook
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| And what’s more, baby, I can cook!
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| Some girls make wonderful jivers
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| Some girls can hit a high «C»
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| Some girls make good taxi drivers
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| But what a genius is me
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| I’d make a wonderful jiver
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| I even hit a high «C»
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| I make the best taxi driver
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| I rate a big Navy «E»!
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| 'Cause I can fry, too, on top of the heap
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| My Crisco’s as deep as a pool
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| Yes, I can broil, too
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| My ribs get applause
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| My lamb chops will cause you to drool
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| For a candied sweet
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| Or a pickled beet
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| Step up to my smorgasbord
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| Walk around until
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| You get your fill
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| Baby, you won’t ever be bored!
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| Oh, I’m a paté
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| A marron glacé
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| A dish you will wish you had took
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| And what’s more, baby, I can cook! |