Sweet Georgia Brown - Ella Fitzgerald/Marty Paich & His Orchestra
Written by:Maceo Pinkh
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 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 that Georgia named her sweet Georgia Brown
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 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 that Georgia named her sweet Georgia Brown
No gal
Not a gal
Got a shade like Georgia Brown
Two feet
Such feet
With Georgia Brown
They all sigh and wanna die for the gal called Georgia Brown
Listen till I tell you
Let me tell you why you know that I don't like
All those tips the potter strips 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 feller
Oh boy tip your hat
Oh joy she's a catchy
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 that Georgia named her sweet Georgia Brown
Georgia claimed that Georgia named her just sweet old Georgia Brown