(from "Divine Secrets Of The Yaya Sisterhood" soundtrack)


You don't have to have a hanker 

To be a broker or a banker; 

No, sirree, just live to be 

My mother's son-in-law! 


Needn't even think of tryin', 

To be a mighty social lion 

Sippin' tea, if you will 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 got to be, 

My mother's son-in-law! 


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 mama's son-in-law!