Oh, I can cook, too, on top of the rest, 
 My seafood's the best in the town. 
 And 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 demi-tasse. 
 I'm a pot of joy for a hungry boy, 
 Baby, I'm cookin' with gas. 
 Oh, I'm a gumdrop, 
 sweet lollipop, 
 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 make a wonderful lover, 
 I should be paid overtime! 

 'Cause I can bake, too, on top of the lot, 
 My oven's the hottest you'll find. 
 Yes, I can roast too, 
 My chickens just ooze, 
 My gravy will lose you your mind. 
 I'm a brand new note 
 On a table d'hôte, 
 But just try me à 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, 
 jelly preserve, 
 Not in the recipe book, 
 And what's more, baby, I can cook! 

 Baby, I'm cookin' with gas. 
 Oh, I'm a gumdrop, 
 sweet lollipop, 
 brook trout right out of the brook, 
 And what's more, baby, I can cook! 

 Some girls make wonderful jivers, 
 Some girls can hit a high "C", 
 Some girls make good taxi drivers, 
 But what a genius is me. 
 I'd make a wonderful jiver, 
 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 Crisco's as deep as a pool. 
 Yes, I can broil, too, 
 My ribs get 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 get your fill. 
 Baby, you won't ever be bored! 
 Oh, I'm a paté, 
 marron glacé, 
 dish you will wish you had took. 
 And what's more, baby, I can cook!!