Mame
You coax
the blues right out of the horn, Mame.
You charm
the husk right off of the corn, Mame.
You've
got the banjoes strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band.
The whole
plantation's hummin' since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland.
You make
the cotton easy to pick, Mame.
You give
my old mint julep a kick, Mame.
You've
made us feel alive again, you've given us the drive again.
To make
the south revive again, Mame.
You've
brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame.
You make
the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame.
Your skin
is Dixie satin, there's rebel in your manner and your speech.
You may
be from Manhattan, Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
You make
our black-eyed 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! Mame! Mame!