Lyrics:

Alberta Nichols / Mann Holiner



You don't have to have a hanker

To be a broker or a banker

No siree, just simply be

My mother's son-in-law.

Needn't even think of tryin'

To be a mighty social lion

Sipping 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't 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't you see, you've got to be

My mother's son-in-law.