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
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'