Jive Music 006 — Ballroom and Latin Music | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Oh, I can cook, too. On top of the rest, my seafood's the best in town. It's the best around. Yes, I can cook, too. My fish can't be beat, my sugar's the sweetest around. I'm a man's ideal of the perfect meal, right down to the demi-tasse. That black java. I'm a pot of joy for a hungry boy. Baby, I'm cooking with gas. So I'm a gumdrop, a sweet lollipop, a brook trout right out of the brook. And what's more, baby, I can cook. Some girls make magazine covers. Ooh, ooh. Some girls keep house on a dime. Mmm, mmm. Some girls make wonderful lovers. Ooh, ooh. But what a lucky find I'm. I'd make a magazine cover. Uh-huh. I could keep my house on a dime. Ooh, ooh. I'd make a wonderful lover. I should be paid overtime. I can bake, too, on top of the lot. She can bake. My oven's the hottest you'll find. She's hot. Yes, I can roast, too, my chicken's just cool. She can roast. My gravy will lose you your mind. Ah. I'm a brand-new note for the table d'hôte. Better try the a la carte. With a single course, you could choke a horse. Baby, you won't know where to start. I'm an hors d'oeuvre, a garlic preserve, and not in the recipe book. No, no. And what's- What's- More- More- Baby, I can cook. Ooh, whoa. Some girls make wonderful jivers. Ooh, ooh. Some girls can hit a high C. La, la. Some girls make good taxi drivers. Ah. But what a genius is me. I'd make a wonderful jiver. Ooh, ooh. I can even hit a high C. Eee. I'd make the best taxi driver. I'd raise up- Big, baby, eat. 'Cause I can fry, too, on top of the heat. My crisp goes as deep as a pool. Ah. And what's more- What's more. Baby, I can cook. You know that what's more, baby, I can cook. The girl ain't telling no lie. I can cook. And boy, she can fry. This girl take a mile on a dime. I can cook. The girl can cook. Hey, hey, Lady Crockers. This girl is a rocker. Get back. Look out, 'cause this little lady can cook. You'll never meet a cutie as me.