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I need home, home cookin', yeah!I need home, home cookin', yeah!It's said, a woman's placeIs in the kitchenBut in the kitchen, you are a flopThem meals that you been fixin'They ain't nothin' but yesterday's slopAn I like, yo' wiggly walkI like yo' baby talk, yeah!You're neat, the way you lookBut you ain't nothin'If you can't cookI need home, home cookin', yeah!I need home, home cookin', yeah!Hot! I sweat all dayI rush back home, to see what you cookin'Your beans are burnedYou've ruined my placeAnd in the mirror, I find you lookin'Now, I like sweet candied yamsAnd I like homemade ham-hocksSongtexteInstead of study, how you lookYou oughta studyYo' mama's cookbook(sax & instrumental)If you want a soul manGet to rattlin', them pots and pansI need home, home cookin'I need home, home cookin'Yeah!Hot gravyThat pot roastThat pickled beetsAnd sugared toastI like yo' wiggly walk, yeah!An I like yo' way a-talkin'And you look neat, the way you lookBut you ain't nothin'If you can't cookI need home, home cookin'I'm in the moodFor soul foodI said, home, home cookin'. Aus Songtexte Mania