Ain't got the least desire

To set the world on fire

Just wish you'd make it proper

To call my old man papa

You ain't got to have a hanker

To be a broker or a banker

No sirree just live to be

My mother's son-in-law

Needn't even think of tryin'

To be a mighty social lion

Sippin' tea if you will be

My mother's son-in-law

Ain't got the least desire

To set the world on fire

Just wish you'd make it proper

To call my old man papa

You ain't got to sing like Bledsoe

You can tell the world I said so

My mama's son-in-law

My mama's son-in-law

My mama's son-in-law

Ain't got the least desire

To set the world on fire

Just wish you'd make it proper

To call my old man papa

You ain't got to sing like Bledsoe

You can tell the world I said so

Can't you see you got to be

My mother's son-in-law