Lyrics You Mother's Son-in-Law - Billie Holiday, Benny Goodman and His Orchestra

You Mother's Son-in-Law

You don’t have to have a hanker
To be a broker or a banker
No siree, just simply be My mother’s son-in-law.
Needn’t even think of tryin'
To be a mighty social lion
Sipping tea, if you’ll 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’ve got to be My mother’s son-in-law.
You don’t have to sing like Jessel
You can tell the world I said so Can’t you see, you’ve got to be My mother’s son-in-law.