[Intro: Abe Burrows & Frank Loesser]
How about you letting me do one of your songs?
I'd rather die
Oh, Frank, come on
I know, let's do "Tallahassee," your southern-type song
I'll do it with a real dulcet southern accent
You do it with me, come on
Now we'll both die
Ah
Milty, let's have "Tallahassee"

[Verse 1: Frank Loesser, Abe Burrows, Both]
When you see land
Out of the window of a train
Kinda green and grassy
How in the world can you complain?
Beneath a moon
You oughta see the way it shines
Bright beyond compare
The way it shines upon the pines
When you hear blue jays
Chirping high and sassy
And catch one sniff of southern cooking
Hanging on the evening air
Supper's waiting on the table
[Verse 2: Frank Loesser, Abe Burrows, Both]
When you see folks
Having their after-dinner chats
All polite and classy
Gentlemen, all remove your hats
And every smile
Perfect harmony and peace
Bids you stay and rest
Hand the porter your valise
Get off that train
Sit down and rest your chassis
You're in Tal— (Manaccora)
The capital city of Florida?
It's the Southland at its best
But Dixie at its very best
No

[Outro: Abe Burrows & Frank Loesser]
Thank you
Thank you, Frank
That was a privilege
See you all next week
Good night, Frank
Good night, Abe