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,
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
You make the old magnolia tree bud, Mame
You make camellias bloom in the mud, Mame
You make the bougainvillea turn purple
at the mention of your name
We’re baking pecan pies again
Tonight the chicken fries again
This time the South will rise again, Mame
Spoken: Well, shut my mouth and freeze my face
You’ve brought some elegance to the place
There’s sowbelly, hominy, catfish and tripe,
(sung) Mame
Well, shut my mouth and damn my eyes
You’ve made the price of tobacco rise
The old watermelon is suddenly ripe, (sung) Mame
And down on the levee a beautiful bevy of crinoline ladies has flocked
The way that they’re squealin’, they give me the feelin’ the Robert E. Lee must a’ docked.
The strummin’ and ringin’, the hummin’ and singin’ is startin’ to get out of hand
Sung: Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
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.
You’re special fascination’ll prove to be inspirational,
We think you’re just sensational, Mame.
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
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 stummin’ and plunkin’ out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantations hummin’ since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
Who ever thought a Yankee could put our little Dixie belles to shame
You’ve made us feel alive again
You’ve given us the drive again
You’ve made the South revive again, Mame
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!