I sound like taxi stuff, But I'm kraut and slaw, Bubble and squeak, Rolled rice and beef, Maybe kimchi, raw?

Extra gratitude on top of an honest pay. Except in the US, where it's something people depend upon every day.

Your nose, your eyes, your tap, your fridge, your car, your clock, a river under the bridge. None have legs, yet they all do this.

I am building a triangle, right. The first two sides are done, but the longest side is hard. Why does it have so many vowels?

Despite being good, 'cept the rug I tore, people use my name to call others bad. You're gone for a sec, But it felt like much more. You've returned to me, I'm happy, so glad. Who is a good one? Ooh, I am! I am!