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She just got here yesterday, |
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Things are hot here now they say, |
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There's a new gal in town. |
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Gals are jealous, there's no doubt. |
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All the guys just rave about |
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Sweet, Sweet Georgia Brown. |
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And ever since she came, the common folks all claim, say; |
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No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown. |
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Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown. |
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They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown, |
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I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!). |
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It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town. |
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Since she came why it's a shame how she's cooled 'em down. |
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Fellas that she can't get must be fellas that she ain't met. |
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Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown. |
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All you gals will get the blues, |
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All you pals will surely lose. |
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And, there's but one excuse. |
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Now I've told you who she was, |
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And I've told you what she does, |
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Still, give this gal her dues. |
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This pretty maiden's prayer is answered anywhere |
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No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown. |
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Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown. |
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They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown, |
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I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!). |
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All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown |
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They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down. |
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Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats. Oh boy, ain't she the cats? |
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Who's that mister, tain't her sister, It's Sweet Georgia Brown. |
