Karrin Allyson Sweet Home Cookin' Man Lyrics

Well he ain't got personality
He ain't got such good looks
When I come home hungry
Lord how my baby cooks
He's 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
Doesn't matter darling
It's 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.

Don't have to call Betty Crocker
Don't have to call Sara Lee
This man had done his homework
He makes up his own recipe
Don't have to go out shoppin'
Don't have to go outdoors, they say
She's loves a man, who's bringing home groceries
She's eaten all of yours
He's 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 cookin' man.

Tussenspel: guitar
Piano

Well I don't have to call Betty Crocker
Don't have to call Sara Lee
This man has done his homework
He makes up his own recipe
I don't have to go out shoppin'
Don't have to go out of doors, they say
True love is when a man is brings home groceries
She's eaten all of yours
He's 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 cookin' man.

So listen all you lady's, listen up don't be a fool
If your man start misbehaving,
You'll sent him to cooking school
You'll have a chef of fine distinction
Yes he'll comes completely with pots and pans
Call him a nickname you wanted - I called mine
A sweet home cookin' man,
S-w-e-e-t h–o–m-e cookin... Man. dudaidudaiderup