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'