Sweet Georgia Brown (Album Version)

No gal made has got a shade on sweet Georgia Brown

Two left feet but oh-so neat has sweet Georgia Brown

They all sigh and wanna cry for sweet Georgia Brown

I'll tell you just why; you know I don't lie, not much

'Cause it's been said that she knocks 'em dead

When she lands in town

What a shame, what a shame

How she cools 'em down

Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met

Georgia named her

Georgia claimed her

Sweet Georgia Brown

No gal made has got a shade on sweet Georgia Brown

Two left feet but oh-so neat has sweet Georgia Brown

They all sigh, wanna cry for sweet Georgia Brown

I'll tell you just why; you know I don't lie, not much

'Cause it's been said she knocks 'em dead

When she lands in town

What a shame, what a shame

How she cools 'em down

Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met

Georgia named her

Georgia claimed her

Sweet Georgia Brown

No gal, not a gal got a shade on Georgia Brown

Two feet, so neat, that Georgia Brown

They all wanna sigh and wanna cry

For Georgia Brown

Listen while I tell ya

You know, you know, you know, you know, you know I don't lie

No tips the? strips for sweet Georgia Brown

They like clothes at fashion with one dollar down

Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met

Well, oh boy, tiff, you had to row joy, she's a catch

She's no cow, got a shade on sweet

She got two left feet, but oh-so neat

She got money and clothes and diamonds too

There's just nothing that gal can't do

She's got the guys all hangin' around

How she really cools 'em down

Georgia named her

Georgia claimed her

Sweet Georgia

Sweet Georgia Brown

Georgia named her

Georgia claimed her

That old gal called

Georgia Brown