A-one, two
A-one, two, three
No girl made has got a shade
On sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, oh, so neat
Yeah, sweet Georgia Brown
How they all sigh, want to die
For sweet Georgia Brown
I'm telling you just why
I don't lie, no, not much, ooh
It's been said she knocks 'em dead
When she lands in town
Since she came, why it's a shame
How she cools 'em down
Fellas, she can't get, uhm
Fellas, she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia made her
Sweet Georgia Brown
Fellas, she can't get
Fellas, she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown
Ain't no mister, it's your sister
Sweet Georgia Brown
