Lyrics:

QUINCY JONES
Pretty mamma's in the kitchen this glorious day
Smell the gravy simmerin' nearly half a mile away
Lady morning glory, I say good morning to you
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true

Well, she really ran to get her frying pan
When she saw me coming
Gonna get a taste before it goes to waste
This honeybee's humming
Mister Weeping Willow, I'm through with all of my faults
'Cause my baby's ready to do the ever new gravy waltz

Well, she really ran to get her frying pan
When she saw me coming
I'm gonna get a taste before it goes to waste
This honeybee's humming
Mister Weeping Willow, I'm through with all of my faults
'Cause my baby's ready to do the ever new gravy waltz

Mister Weeping Willow, I'm through with all of my faults
'Cause my baby is ready to do the ever new gravy
Mmm, nice gravy, dear, waltz