Letras
You don't have to have a hanker
To be a broker or a banker
No, sir, you just got to be
My mother's son-in-law
Needn't even think of tryin'
To be a mighty socialite
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
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