No gal made has got a shade on sweet Georgia Brown, Two left feet but, Oh, so neat is sweet Georgia Brown; Fellas 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 knock '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 her, Georgia named her, sweet Georgia Brown.