okay here's a song about my sweetheart down south
now you might ask, "is he a fox?" oh, shut your mouth!
now his mama taught him to be seen and not heard
so, when he's having a good time, oh he coo's like a bird

Well, he hails from Atlanta,
he's got a soft southern style
and the way he's put together,
holy mackrel, honey chile
he don't like conversation,
no he's never been one to chat
but when he hold me close,
Good Lord, he knows exactly where it's at

he gets down to the nitty gritty,
he don't waste alot of time
we start to spoon and pretty soon
he's humming "Georgia On My Mind"
and then he makes
those kinky little sounds in my ear
they're not in any dictionary
but it's coming through loud and clear

when my baby says he loves me
without a single word,
he's my dixie hummingbird

(humming "Dixieland")

Well now, he hardly ever speaks,
i guess he never finds the need
but you must admit that a thousand words
don't stack up to the deed
he lets his actions do the talking
and he tries so hard to please
and it's mighty fine, he's all mine
and i'm his main squeeze

yeah, he's really saying something
with a language all his own
well, he may not know the words
but he can really hum along
and when he makes those kinky
little sounds in my ear
they're not in any dictionary
but he's coming through loud and clear

when my baby says he loves me
without a single word,
he's my dixie hummingbird

(humming "Dixieland")

when my baby says he loves me
without a single word,
he's my Dixie, he's my Dixie Hummingbird

(humming "Dixieland")
(humming "Dixieland")
(humming "Dixieland")