Kim-chee woman, wokkin' up some meat,
Kim-chee woman, it's spicy, not discreet.
Kim-chee woman,
I'll never leave you; you feed my tooth
With sweet and sour treats, that's the truth.
Burp me.

Kim-chee woman, from the garden seize,
Kim-chee woman, radish and cabbage, please.
Kim-chee woman,
You serve for lunch barbecued beef
That is bone-free, cabbage-leafed--
Yeow!

Kim-chee woman, wok with style,
Kim-chee woman, slop a pile. . .
Kim-chee--whoa! that isn't mild--for me.

Kim-chee woman, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kim-chee woman, cook my way.
Kim-chee woman, lay soju on me.
'cause I need some to get me tight,
Before I'm tastin' this pile tonight.

Kim-chee woman, don't wok dog thigh,
Kim-chee woman, with dairy--fie!
Kim-chee woman, don't wok this way, hey. OK?!
It ain't Korean-Kosher. Oy vey!

I guess I'll go on home, I ate.
Tomorrow, you'll put on my plate?
It starts with "C,"
Then goes A-B-B-A-G,
And, the final letter's "E."

Seoul soul, kim-chee woman.