Karrin Allyson - Sweet Home Cookin' Man Lyrics
Well he ain’t got personalityHe ain’t got such good looksWhen I come home hungryLord how my baby cooksHe’s a chef of fine distinctionAlways cooks in it is just rightWhether I come home in the morning babyOr somewhere late in the night.Well he might be cookin' LobsterHe might be fixing fishDoesn’t matter darlingIt’s always the perfect dish.He is a common fairy wonder babyAlways cooks with the right spice.My taste spells out fancy darlingThey think that they found paradise.Don’t have to call Betty CrockerDon’t have to call Sara LeeThis man had done his homeworkHe makes up his own recipeDon’t have to go out shoppin’Don’t have to go outdoors, they sayShe’s loves a man, who’s bringing home groceriesShe’s eaten all of yoursHe’s a chef of fine distinctionYes he comes completely with pots and pansI got a nickname for my BabyI call him my sweet home cookin’ man.Tussenspel: guitarPianoWell I don’t have to call Betty CrockerDon’t have to call Sara LeeThis man has done his homeworkHe makes up his own recipeI don’t have to go out shoppin’Don’t have to go out of doors, they sayTrue love is when a man is brings home groceriesShe’s eaten all of yoursHe’s a chef of fine distinctionYes he comes completely with pots and pansI got a nickname for my BabyI call him my - sweet h-o-m-e cookin’ man.So listen all you lady’s, listen up don’t be a foolIf your man start misbehaving,You’ll sent him to cooking schoolYou’ll have a chef of fine distinctionYes he’ll comes completely with pots and pansCall him a nickname you wanted - I called mineA sweet home cookin’ man,S-w-e-e-t h–o–m-e cookin... Man. dudaidudaiderup
