Groucho Marx - Oh, How That Woman Could Cook lyrics

I once knew a woman who couldn't spell cat Her face was as homely as chintz In winter she always wore last summers hat And her size eleven shoe was a pinch When she played piano, strong men would faint Und veek men would cry out in grief Und as for her singing, well, it made you feel That it wasn't so tough to be 'deef' But with all these things that the people would say Her voice and her looks couldn't drive them away 'Cause, ach, how that woman could cook Her bread was like angel food's cake She could take soup meat, and give it one look And right away it was porterhouse steak Her pfannkuchen, what a beautiful dream Her tripe was like peaches in cream And with the table between us She looked exactly like Venus Oh, God, how that woman could cook