Sweet Georgia Brown
Ben Bernie and Maceo Pinkard (music), Kenneth Casey (lyrics)
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, oh, so neat, has Sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh, and want to die, for Sweet Georgia Brown
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie, not much
It's been said she knocks 'em dead, when she lands in town
Since she came, why it's a shame, how she cools them down
Fellows she can't get are fellows she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, oh, so neat, has Sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh, and want to die, for Sweet Georgia Brown
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie, not much
All those gifts some courters give, to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows, with one dollar down
Oh, boy, tip your hat, oh, joy, she's the cat
Who's that, Mister? 'tain't a sister
Sweet Georgia Brown