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!