Cakes upon the griddle, coffee in a bottomless cup
cin't no standing in the middle. Once fed you're going to step right up
Put your back into it, Buster, because people gonna need to be saved
It's the oldest family recipe, shared with every generation made

Mustard in the Gravy, hot sauce in the stew
Momma's making sure your fed to do what you need to do
Hear that refrain she's singing? Can you catch the words she hums?
It's from down here in her kitchen that the revolution comes

Sit there at the table, take all that she has to give
She'll teach you consideration for the life that you ought to live
cn eye out for the needy, a hatred of the man
Who has the predilection to come and take all that he can

Mustard in the Gravy, hot Sauce in the Stew...

cin't no academic gonna argue with the girl
She's seen enough, felt enough, to know there's trouble in the world
Take a book down from her bookshelf, as she cooks for someone else
She gets everybody talking about how we're gonna share the wealth

Mustard in the Gravy, hot Sauce in the Stew...

You need to be encouraged, need to keep the goal in view
Down in Momma's kitchen, she'll nourish what she sees in you
Measuring cup on the issues, mixing bowl for the brain
Come to the lowly kitchen from which every revolutionary came