Sweet Georgia Brown - Keefe Brasselle
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
Fellas she can't get
Fellas 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 tips the porter slips to sweet Georgia brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down
Oh boy cha tip your hats
Oh boy ain't she the cats
Who's that mister it ain't her sister it's sweet Georgia brown
Sweet Georgia brown