Lyrics Sweet Georgia Brown - Ella Fitzgerald

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

It's been said that she knocks 'em dead
When she lands in town
Since she came, why it's a shame
How she cools 'em down

Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met
Georgia claimed her
Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown

No gal made and he's 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

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!

Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met
Georgia claimed her
Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown

No gal, not a gal got a shade like Georgia Brown
Two feet, so sweet, sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh and wanna die
For the gal called Georgia Brown

Listen 'til I tell ya
Let me tell ya why, you know I don't lie
Follows tips, the border swifts to sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down

Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met
But, oh boy, tiff you had to row joy, she's a catch
She's no gal, got a shade on sweet
She's got two left feet but, oh, so neat

She's got money and clothes and diamonds too
There's just nothing that gal can't do
She's got the guys all hangin' around
How she really cools 'em down

Georgia claimed her
Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown

Georgia claimed her
Georgia named her
That's the old Georgia Brown