Lyrics:

I need home, home cookin', yeah I need home, home cookin', yeah
It's said, a woman's place is in the kitchen But in the kitchen you are a flop Them meals that you been fixin' They ain't nothin' but yesterday's slop
An I like yo' wiggly walk I like yo', baby talk, yeah You're neat the way you look But you ain't nothin' if you can't cook
I need home, home cookin', yeah I need home, home cookin', yeah
Hot, I sweat all day I rush back home to see what you cookin' Your beans are burned, you've ruined my place And in the mirror I find you lookin'
Now I like sweet candied yams And I like homemade ham-hocks Instead of study, how you look You oughta study yo' mama's cookbook
If you want a soul man Get to rattlin', them pots and pans
I need home, home cookin' I need home, home cookin'
Yeah
Hot gravy, that pot roast That pickled beets and sugared toast
I like yo' wiggly walk, yeah An I like yo' way a talkin' And you look neat the way you look But you ain't nothin' if you can't cook
I need home, home cookin' I'm in the mood for soul food
I said, home, home cookin'