MY KITCHEN MAN
Written by Maceo Pinkard & Andy Razaf.
As recorded by Bessie Smith, 1929.

Madam Bucks was quite deluxe, servants by the score,
Footmans at each door, butlers and maids galore,
But one day Dan, 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 gravy, his hash.
Crazy 'bout his succotash.
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 can leave and I would only laugh,
But he means too much to me, and you ain't heard the half.
Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot,
Never fails to touch 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 is can touch my hams.
I can't do without my kitchen man.
When I eat his doughnuts, all I leave is the hole.
Any time he wants to, why, he can use my sugar bowl.
Oh, his baloney's really worth a try,
Never fails to satisfy.
I can't do without my kitchen man.