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No gal made has got a shade
On 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 get
Must be fellas she ain't met!
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown!

No gal made has got a shade
On 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!