Kitchen Man - Original - Bessie Smith

Madam Buff’s was quite deluxe

Servants by the score

Footmen at each door

Butlers and maids galore

But one day Sam, her kitchen man

Gave in his notice, he’s through

She cried, «Oh Sam, 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 clam

No one else is can touch my ham

I can’t do without my kitchen man

When I eat his dough nuts

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