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!