Cooking With Glass

I love the latin music of señor cugat
He gots a kind of a zip that only a few got
The music is romantic
The music is exciting

But I like a little better what you got
Not cugat, but what you got
Not cugat, but what you got

Ah
That's the kind of the music. I like it
Its talks to my skin

I'm a jitterbug and I'm hot as a pipe
I wan't to tell you, brother
I'm the bobby-sock type
I'm a red tomato and I'm overly ripe

Cabouch-it I'ma not a hommie
I'm cooking with gas

Tch bye-by-bye
Tch bye-by-bye
Oeh
Tch bye-by-bye
Tch bye-by-bye

I got a mellow fellow
And he's right on the track
And I'm so tutti-fuitti
That I holler, hey, mack

Beats me up, barry
And I'll beat you rigth back!

Cabouch-it and boorie-boorie
I'm cooking with gas

Dig, dig, dig, deep right in the groove
Then send me boy with a boot n' a boat
They furry a casaca I got some fish in my food
I don't know what the heck
That I'm talking about

Tch bye-by-bye
Tch bye-by-bye
Oeh
Tch bye-by-bye
Tch bye-by-bye

I'm an alligator, and I'm sharp as a bug
I like to boogie-woogie
Like to chew up a rug
I'm very, very groove
And I'm a hot chili pepper

Cabouch-it and boorie-boorie
I'm cooking with gas

Dig, dig, dig, deep right in the groove
Then send me a boy with a boot n' a boat
They furry a casaca I got some fish in my food
I don't know what the heck
That I'm talking about

Do you like it?
Yes, I like it
Do you dig me?
Yes, I dig you
Is it murder?
Sure, its murder
Will you swing it?
Yes, I will!

I'm de zootiest chick this side of Brazil!
Yes, sir!
Ooh