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,
A sweet lollipop,
A brook trout right out of the brook,
And what's more, baby, I can cook!
Her wonderful song is a plea for love that goes beyond any possible relationship, a statement of her accomplishments that represents a pre-feminist declaration of her value and talents. Bernstein’s constantly driven energetic rhythms along with her nearly endless statements of her culinary abilities (these lyrics written by Bernstein himself instead of his wonderful collaborators, Adolph Comden and Betty Green) is the open cry of a women who not only knows how to survive, but is clearly aware of her mutable talents, along with knowing the kind of man who might be able to appreciate them.