Memphis Belle

Memphis Belle

You make me fly

Like all the boys in the war

O'er cross the pond's waves

Back in 1944.

You make me cry.

I don't know why

When all I ever do is wave

At the birds in the sky,

Singing of their ground spies

All livelong day.

Across the other side of the state,

You, the Memphis Belle,

Have me thinking of so much that is great.

Warriors in the sky

Never lived to say "do or die,"

And never will I acquiesce

To the beat of the man's drummer.

You, the Memphis Belle,

Give me such a thrill,

And never will I fear another day

Where I haven't the foggiest idea of "whom."

Searching for the girl of my dreams

Really seemed such a drag

'Til the day I met ol' Memphis

In her burlesque rags.

Seductive in her ways

With those baby blues,

That belle sure has a firm grip 

On my source of macho madness.

O' Memphis Belle, oh how do you do?

I really love to see you, too.

I really love to make you sweat

'Cause it really brings me such a smile.

I thought the blues and Graceland

Were the only sites in ol' M-town

Till I met the belle one day

On the shady side of paradise.

I was just a boy

Without a clue as to how to hold a candle

Till ol' Memphis came and made me come.

Memphis made me sweat the nights

From dusk till dawn,

From when the moon rose

Till the rooster crowed

And then again in the afternoon.

I never thought the South

Ever was so enlightened this way,

Not till that ol' Memphis Belle

Turned me into a loon.