Bobby Darin Mame
You Coax The Blues Right Out Of The Horn, Mame,
You've Got The Banjoes Strummin' And Plunkin' Out A Tune
To Beat The Band,
You Charm The Husk Right Off Of The Corn, Mame,
The Whole Plantation's Hummin' Since You Brought Dixie
Back To Dixieland.
You've Made Us Feel Alive Again, You've Given Us The
Drive Again.
You Give My Old Mint Julep A Kick, Mame.
You Make The Cotton Easy To Pick, Mame.
You Make The Old Magnolia Tree, Blossom At The Mention Of
Your Name.
You've Brought The Cake-walk Back Into Style, Mame.
Your Skin Is Dixie Satin, There's Rebel In Your Manner
And Your Speech.
You Make The South Revive Again, Mame.
You Make The Weepin' Willow Tree Smile, Mame.
You Make Our Black-eyed Peas And Our Grits Mame
You May Be From Manhattan But Georgia Never Had A Sweeter
Peach.
You Came, You Saw, You Conquered And Absolutely Nothing
Is The Same.
Seem Like The Sill Of Fare At The Ritz, Mame.
We Think You're Just Sensational Mameyour Special
Fascination'll, Prove To Be Inspirational,
