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