Homecookin'

I need home, home cookin', yeah! I need home, home cookin', yeah! It's said, a woman's place Is in the kitchen But in the kitchen, you are a flop Them meals that you been fixin' They ain't nothin' but yesterday's slop An I like, yo' wiggly walk I like yo' baby talk, yeah! You're neat, the way you look But you ain't nothin' If you can't cook I need home, home cookin', yeah! I need home, home cookin', yeah! Hot! I sweat all day I rush back home, to see what you cookin' Your beans are burned You've ruined my place And in the mirror, I find you lookin' Now, I like sweet candied yams And I like homemade ham-hocks Instead of study, how you look You oughta study Yo' mama's cookbook (sax & instrumental) If you want a soul man Get to rattlin', them pots and pans I need home, home cookin' I need home, home cookin' Yeah! Hot gravy That pot roast That pickled beets And sugared toast I like yo' wiggly walk, yeah! An I like yo' way a-talkin' And you look neat, the way you look But you ain't nothin' If you can't cook I need home, home cookin' I'm in the mood For soul food I said, home, home cookin'. ~