Mame
You Coax The Blues Right Out Of The Horn, Mame,
You've Got The Banjoes Strummin' And Plunkin' Out A Tune To Beat The Band,
You Charm The Husk Right Off Of The Corn, Mame,
The Whole Plantation's Hummin' Since You Brought Dixie Back To Dixieland.
You've Made Us Feel Alive Again, You've Given Us The Drive Again.
You Give My Old Mint Julep A Kick, Mame.
You Make The Cotton Easy To Pick, Mame.
You Make The Old Magnolia Tree, Blossom At The Mention Of Your Name.
You've Brought The Cake-walk Back Into Style, Mame.
Your Skin Is Dixie Satin, There's Rebel In Your Manner And Your Speech.
You Make The South Revive Again, Mame.
You Make The Weepin' Willow Tree Smile, Mame.
You Make Our Black-eyed Peas And Our Grits Mame
You May Be From Manhattan But Georgia Never Had A Sweeter Peach.
You Came, You Saw, You Conquered And Absolutely Nothing Is The Same.
Seem Like The Sill Of Fare At The Ritz, Mame.
We Think You're Just Sensational Mameyour Special Fascination'll, Prove To Be Inspirational,