Count Basie & His Orchestra - Sweet Georgia Brown lyrics

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 cry for sweet Georgia Brown I'll tell you just why; you know I don't lie, not much 'Cause it's been said that she knocks 'em dead When she lands in town What a shame, what a shame How she cools 'em down Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met Georgia named her Georgia claimed 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, wanna cry for sweet Georgia Brown I'll tell you just why; you know I don't lie, not much 'Cause it's been said she knocks 'em dead When she lands in town What a shame, what a shame How she cools 'em down Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met Georgia named her Georgia claimed her Sweet Georgia Brown No gal, not a gal got a shade on Georgia Brown Two feet, so neat, that Georgia Brown They all wanna sigh and wanna cry For Georgia Brown Listen while I tell ya You know, you know, you know, you know, you know I don't lie No tips the ? strips for sweet Georgia Brown They like clothes at fashion with one dollar down Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met Well, oh boy, tiff, you had to row joy, she's a catch She's no cow, got a shade on sweet She got two left feet, but oh-so neat She 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 named her Georgia claimed her Sweet Georgia Sweet Georgia Brown Georgia named her Georgia claimed her That old gal called Georgia Brown