Louis Armstrong - Sweet Georgia Brown Lyrics
NO GAL MADE HAS GOT A SHADEON 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 GETMUST BE FELLAS SHE AIN'T MET!GEORGIA CLAIMED HER, GEORGIA NAMED HER,SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!NO GAL MADE HAS GOT A SHADEON 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 THOSE 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!