I Want To Be Your Mother's Son-In-Law

You don't have to have a hanker
To be a broker or a banker
No, sirree, just got to be my mother's son-in-law

Needn't even think of trying
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 don't have 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

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 don't have to sing like Bledsoe
You can tell the world I said so
Can't you see you've got to be my mama's son-in-law?



Credits
Writer(s): Sally Bloomer, Alberta Nichols, Mann Holiner, Jude S Newsham
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