A one two, a one two three

No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, oh so neat, yeah Sweet Georgia Brown
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 some dead when she lands in town
Since she came why it's a shame how she's cools ‘em down
Fellas that she can't get mmm fellas she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia made her, Sweet Georgia Brown

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Fellas that she can't get, fellas she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia made her, Sweet Georgia Brown

Ain’t no mister, it’s your sister, Sweet Georgia Brown