Elvis and Andy

Now bein' from the south, I never had a doubt, What kind of girl I'd want. I'd 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 ain't a dixie dumplin', but let me tell you something Lord she more than qualifies. Chorus She like Elvis, she likes Andy She's just as pretty as can be She's the number one fan Both Graceland and Mayberry RFD She ain't a Southern bele, but its hard to tell, She's 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 wouldn't eat her grits It was lookin' like the civil war I was hopin' like the Devil That they'd 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 (Chorus) (Musical Interlude) (Chorus) No she ain't a Southern Belle, but its hard to tell She has every quality She like Elvis, she like Andy So she's fine and dandy with me She like Elvis, she like Andy So she's fine and dandy with me