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

She likes 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 belle, but its hard to tell
She's got every quality
She likes Elvis, she likes Andy
So she's fine and dandy with me

I took her home for Christmas
To try some Southern 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

She likes 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 Belle, but its hard to tell
She's has got every quality
She likes Elvis, she likes Andy
So she's fine and dandy with me

No she ain't a Southern Belle, but its hard to tell
She's got every quality
She likes Elvis, she likes Andy
So she's fine and dandy with me
She likes Elvis, she likes Andy
So she's fine and dandy with me