You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got the banjos strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantation's hummin' since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland.
You make our cotton easy to pick, Mame
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
You make the old magnolia tree blossom at the mention of your name.
You've made us feel alive again, you've given us the drive again
to make the South revive again, Mame.
You brought the cakewalk back into style, Mame
You make the weeping willow tree smile, Mame
Your skin is Dixie satin, there's rebel in your manner and your speech
You may be from Manhattan, but Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
You make our blackeyed peas and our grits, Mame
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame
You came, you saw, you conquered and absolutely nothing is the same.
Your special fascination'll prove to be inspirational, we think you're just sensational, Mame...Mame...Mame!
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