oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
I came home from school on
Tuesday and the house smelled
mighty fine.
Many mothers can cook,
but there's no one that can cook like mine.
Chicken was roasting in a pot,
there were onions frying in a pan
Yeah, it smelled so good,
no one can cook like my mama can
Well, I looked into the oven,
there were two loaves of bread on the rise
I turned back to the table,
saw a plate of gold and french fries
I said, is today a special day?
Who did you cook all this
good food for?
She said, I made it for you,
my son whom I adore.
Ah, yes,
yes, I feel lucky
The most fortunate boy on earth
I got a mama who'll love me
Who can say how much that's worth
Chicken was roasting in a pie
There were onions frying in a pan
Lord, it smelled so good
No one can cook like my mama
can
Yes, I feel lucky,
the most fortunate boy on earth
I got a mama who'll love me,
who can say how much that's worth
I just love that chicken,
I just love the french fries
Two loads of bread,
not just one, but two
Succulent loads of bread,
golden brown from the oven
And that, ooh, them onions,
yeah, smell so good.
Nobody can cook like my mama can.
Nobody.
Nobody.
And whoop!
Ouch.