Kitchen Man Lyrics

A b******a / Andy Razaf / Pinkard

Bessie Smith w Clarence Williams (piano) & Eddie Lang (guitar) rec May 8th 1929
Madam Bucks
Was quite de-luxe;
Servants by the score,
Footmans at each door,
Butlers and maids galore!

But one day Dan,
an'Her kitchen man,
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, crave his hash,
Daffy about his succertash,
I can't do without my kitchen man!
Wild about his turnip top,
Like the way he warms my chop,
I can't do without my kitchen man!

Anybody else could leave
And I would only laugh,
But he means that much to me,
And you ain't heard the half!

Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot,
Never fails to test the spot,
I can't do without my kitchen man!
His frankfurters are oh so sweet,
How I like his sausage meat,
I can't do without my kitchen man!

Oh, how that boy can open clams,
No-one else can catch my hams,
I can't do without my kitchen man!

When I eat his doughnut,
All I leave is the hole!
Any time he wants to,
Why, he can use my sugar bowl!

Oh, his baloney's worth a try,
Never fails to satisfy,
I can't do without my kitchen man!