You don’t have to have a hanker To be a broken or a branker No siree, just simply be My mother’s son-in-law Needn’t even think or tryin’ To be a mighty social lion Sippin’ tea if you’ll 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 you see you’ve got to be My mother’s son-in-law
You don’t have to sing like Jessel You can tell the world I said so Can you see you’ve got to be My mother’s son-in-law