Sweet Georgia Brown

Well let me tell you well no chick made
Could be the same
As sweet Georgia Brown
Crazy feet that dance so neat
Has sweet Georgia Brown
Fella's sigh, and even cry
For sweet Georgia Brown
I tell you just why
You know I don't lie

It's been said
She knocks them dead
In any old town
Since she came right
It's a shame
How she brings them down
In Liverpool she even dare
To critize the Beatles' hair
With their whole fanclub
Standing there
I mean sweet Georgia Brown

When it comes to music
Sweet Georgia is known to mind
Don't buy clothes at fashion shows
But she still looks fine
Snap chicks cry
They want to die
When Georgie does the twist
I never would try
To tell you just why
Use your imagination
There's a DJ crazy for her
Living in out home town
Since she came it's a shame
She turns him down
Records that she can get
Are records, they ain't sent him yet
Carolina may have Dina
But that don't have Georgia Brown

Oh that sweet Georgia
Yeah, yeah, yeah I mean Brown, oh, oh, oh
Sweet Georgia Brown