Lucille Ball - Home Cookin' lyrics

(From the 1950 movie Fancy Pants) Oh woe is me, what goes with me, I hate this living I've chose for me, Tired of meeting misery, You should've never wronged and laugh. And home cooking, home cooking. Life is cruel, I was a fool to roam. A rolling stone don't get no moss Don't getting nothing but double cross See the world as apple sauce Never get your nose too far from, Home cooking, Home cooking I'm afraid I've should've stayed at home. I've meet a gal her name is Sal Of all I keep her in my Kerala But she says she's just a pal And she's never home when you want Of home cooking too long Been too long Love this brew I was a fool Too long in Hong Kong Far from Wing Wong Me he be brave, I miss my spore I even miss my spores in law. Hunt with me, Ha Ha's paw. Faith had pursed her for loose how Home cooking give me the Home cooking Sit on rock And ugh ugh ugh with tribe I do I do. Give me Hong Kong hat now where I Chuck a lot boy Shall I fool Chuck And you give me 50 girls for Home cooking, home cooking Reckon Chine fellow liking chow. I went to bra and now I call The Mingish critters I never thought Where the duke's says yes my lord Anna you can't hear me yo ho. Home cooking kind of a, Home cooking some fancy pants Might stand a chance with me. Oh when peace pipe smokes rings Eventually toot we're better to spare And here time ring ding. Backing in the rack and chair less Home cooking Sniff a den, Home cooking That's why I might spy a mite for me. Yes give me that home cooking, Scoop it up Home cooking That's the life for me.