I Can Cook Too

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