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
