Down in Memphis, Tennessee, lives a girl named Simmy She runs a meat shop on the block, she's always got the 'gimme' She serves a meal with a tadpole's heel you can't resist by trying Every time you pass her door you can hear Miss Simmy crying Oh, my beedle-um-bum Come an' see me if you ain't had none Make a dumb man speak make a lame man run Sure miss somethin' if you don't get some of my Beedle-um-bum, oh, my beedle-um-bum It's the best beedle-um that's made in Tennessee Ev'ry day at ten o'clock, she'd go down to the station To the folks that come to town she'd give a little in-ver-tation Ev'ry day, from noon till night, she's always busy selling Beedle-um hot an' beedle-um cold, you can always hear her yelling Oh, my beedle-um-bum Come an' see me if you ain't had none Sure, it ain't made small an' it ain't made wide It's just made up in a medium size My beedle-um-bum, oh, my beedle-um-bum It's the best beedle-um that's made in Tennessee Oh, my beedle-um-bum Come an' see me if you ain't had none Now you don't have to hurry, you don't have to go You get a little taste - you'll want some mo' of my My beedle-um-bum, oh, my beedle-um-bum It's the best beedle-um that's made in Tennessee