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