Sweet Home Cookin' Man Song Lyrics
Sweet Home Cookin' Man by Karrin Allyson Well he ainât got personality
He ainât got such good looks
When I come home hungry
Lord how my baby cooks
Heâs a chef of fine distinction
Always cooks in it is just right
Whether I come home in the morning baby
Or somewhere late in the night.
Well he might be cookin' Lobster
He might be fixing fish
Doesnât matter darling
Itâs always the perfect dish.
He is a common fairy wonder baby
Always cooks with the right spice.
My taste spells out fancy darling
They think that they found paradise.
Donât have to call Betty Crocker
Donât have to call Sara Lee
This man had done his homework
He makes up his own recipe
Donât have to go out shoppinâ
Donât have to go outdoors, they say
Sheâs loves a man, whoâs bringing home groceries
Sheâs eaten all of yours
Heâs a chef of fine distinction
Yes he comes completely with pots and pans
I got a nickname for my Baby
I call him my sweet home cookinâ man.
Tussenspel: guitar
Piano
Well I donât have to call Betty Crocker
Donât have to call Sara Lee
This man has done his homework
He makes up his own recipe
I donât have to go out shoppinâ
Donât have to go out of doors, they say
True love is when a man is brings home groceries
Sheâs eaten all of yours
Heâs a chef of fine distinction
Yes he comes completely with pots and pans
I got a nickname for my Baby
I call him my - sweet h-o-m-e cookinâ man.
So listen all you ladyâs, listen up donât be a fool
If your man start misbehaving,
Youâll sent him to cooking school
Youâll have a chef of fine distinction
Yes heâll comes completely with pots and pans
Call him a nickname you wanted - I called mine
A sweet home cookinâ man,
S-w-e-e-t hâoâm-e cookin... Man. dudaidudaiderup