Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass

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
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
You make the south revive again, Mame

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 our black-eyed peas and our grits Mame
Seem like the Sill 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