Now bein from the south,
I never had a doubt,
What kind of girl Id want.
Id pick a Georgia peach,
Or a Mississippi queen,
Or a Dallas Debutante.
But a met a little blonde from above and beyond
The Mason-Dixon line,
Now she aint a dixie dumplin, but let me tell you something
Lord she more than qualifies.
She like Elvis, she likes Andy
Shes just as pretty as can be
Shes the number one fan
Both Graceland and Mayberry RFD
She aint a Southern bele, but its hard to tell,
Shes got every quality.
She likes Elvis, she like Andy,
So shes fine and dandy with me
Mucial interlude
I took her home for Christmas
To try some Soutehrn dishes
My mommas famous for.
But momma through a fit
Cause she wouldnt eat her grits
It was lookin like the civil war
I was hopin like the Devil
That theyd meet up in the middle
But neither one would budge
Then I heard em in the kitchen,
Laughin and a gigglin
Singin hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin love
Musical Interlude
No she aint a Southern Belle, but its hard to tell
She has every quality
She like Elvis, she like Andy
So shes fine and dandy with me
She like Elvis, she like Andy
So shes fine and dandy with me