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 and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown; I'll tell you why, you know I don't lie much. It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town; Since she came, why it's a shame how she coos 'em down. Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met. Georgia claimed her, Gergia named 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 and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown;, I'll tell you just why, you know i don't lie, not much! All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown, They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down, Oh boy tip your hats, oh joy, she's the "cat's" Who's that, mister? 'Tain't her sister Sweet Georgia Brown.