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Madam Buff's was quite deluxe |
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Servants by the score |
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Footmen at each door |
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Butlers and maids galore |
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But one day Sam, her kitchen man |
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Gave in his notice, he's through |
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She cried, "Oh Sam, don't go |
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It'll grieve me if you do" |
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I love his cabbage gravy, his hash |
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Crazy 'bout his succotash |
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I can't do without my kitchen man |
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Wild about his turnip top |
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Like the way he warms my chop |
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I can't do without my kitchen man |
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Anybody else can leave |
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And I would only laugh |
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But he means too much to me |
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And you ain't heard the half |
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Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot |
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Never fails to touch the spot |
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I can't do without my kitchen man |
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His frankfurters are oh so sweet |
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How I like his sausage meat |
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I can't do without my kitchen man |
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Oh, how that boy can open clam |
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No one else is can touch my ham |
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I can't do without my kitchen man |
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When I eat his doughnuts |
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All I leave is the hole |
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Any time he wants to |
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Why, he can use my sugar bowl |
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Oh, his baloney's really worth a try |
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Never fails to satisfy |
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I can't do without my kitchen man |
