"Get Your Heart In Dixie, Yankee, Or Git Your Yankee Self Out"

“There’s a demographic trend in America today
That I’m here to tell you really gripes my soul,
All these blue-bellied Yankees are movin’ south by the droves
And they’s every one tryin’ to take control…

They come down here sayin’ we talk funny
And that our ways is back’ards and dumb,
Well, anytime ‘youse guys’ git tried of it round ‘chere
Ya’ll can always pack up and go right back where ye come from…

(Refrain)
Get your heart in Dixie, Yankee, or get yourself out
We’d all be better off – there ain’t no doubt,
It’s time for all true Rebels to stand up and shout
Get your heart in Dixie, Yankee, or get your Yankee self out…

They think that God sent ‘em on a mission down here
To teach us how they done it "up there"
Eatin’ that old spicy, greasy Italian food –
And drivin’ like a bat out of you know where,
Most of em’s rude and down right unfriendly –
I guess they think that kind of behavior’s just fine
We try to practice manners and a little common courtesy –
On this side of the Mason-Dixon line…

Get your heart in Dixie, Yankee, or get yourself out
We’d all be better off – there ain’t no doubt,
It’s time for all true Rebels to stand up and shout
Get your heart in Dixie, Yankee, or get your Yankee self out…

Ya’ll burned our whole of life clean to the ground
When you come here back during the great war
Ain’t a single son of the confederacy ever forgot
What happened back in 1864,
Right now, we’re willin’ to be hospitable with you all –
We may even let ye stay for a spell
But, if any of yuns gets fed up with life here in the promised land –
Every single one of ye can book a flight straight to…
Cleveland, or Boston, or New Jersey or one of them screwed up places…

Get your heart in Dixie, Yankee, or get yourself out
We’d all be better off – there ain’t no doubt,
It’s time for all true Rebels to stand up and shout
Get your heart in Dixie, Yankee, or get your Yankee self out…"