Mame.kar

(Beau and Ensemble) – You coax the blues
right out a' the horn, Mame.
You charm the husk right off a' 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.

Who ever thought a Yankee
would put our little Dixie belles to shame?

You've made us feel alive again,
you've given us the drive again
to make the South revive again, Mame.

(Beau) – You brought the cakewalk
back into style,
(Men) – Mame.

(Beau) – You make the weeping willow tree smile,
(Men) – Mame.

(Beau) – 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.

(All) – 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.

(Girls) – We're bakin' pecan pies again,
tonight the chicken fries again.

(Mother B.) – This time the South will rise again,
(All) – Mame.

(Boys) – Well, shut my mouth and freeze my face,
you've brought some elegance to the place.

There's sowbelly, hominy, catfish and tripe,
(All) – Mame.

(Boys) – Well, shut my mouth and damn my eyes,
you've made the price of tobacco rise.

The old watermelon is suddenly ripe,
(All) – Mame.

(Boys) – 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

(All) – Since you brought Dixie back
to Dixieland.

(Girls and Men) – 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.

(Ensemble) – … since you brought Dixie back
to Dixieland, Dixieland, Dixieland,
Dixieland, Dixieland, Dixieland.

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.

Who ever thought a Yankee
would put our little Dixie belles to shame?

You've made us feel alive again,
you've given us the drive again
to make the South revive again, Mame,

Mame, Mame,
Mame, Mame!