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    (sax & instrumental)    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'.    ~