Memphis in June
A shade veranda
Under Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And cousin Miranda
Is making a blueberry pie
I can hear the clock inside, a-ticking and a-tocking
Everything is peacefully dandy
I can can see your granny ‘cross the street still a rocking
Watching all the neighbours go by, oh
Memphis in June
Sweet oleander
Blowing perfume in the air
Up jumps the moon
To make it so much grander
It’s paradise honey
Brother, take my advice
Nothing’s half as nice as Memphis in June