Vivian Reed - Sweet Georgia Brown 1984
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 named her, Georgia claimed 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:
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 named her, Georgia claimed her,
Sweet Georgia brown!
(Instrumental)
Fellas she can't get
Must be fellas she ain't met!
Georgia named her, Georgia claimed her,
Sweet Georgia brown!
Sweet ih sweet Georgia brown!
Yea!