Sweet Georgia Brown

She just got here yesterday, Things are hot here now they say. Door swings, bar talk drops, Cups hang still and the beat still knocks. Friends look left, boys lean in, She walks through with that clean little grin. I’m by the wall with my drink set down, Trying not to stare at Sweet Georgia Brown. Ever since she came, Folks keep saying her name. She lands, they all act brand new, Shoes stick fast when she cuts through. Men she can’t get Are men she ain’t met. Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown. Come on, step my way. If you want one dance, say. Eyes up, no big speech. (Ay) I’m right here in reach. You lead, I’ll fall in. Slow turn, small grin. One nod, I come round. (Oh) Sweet Georgia Brown. No one here can take the shine From Sweet Georgia Brown. Two left feet, still so neat, That’s Sweet Georgia Brown. They all sigh, they all try For Sweet Georgia Brown. I’ll tell you just why, You know I don’t lie, Not much! Sweet Georgia Brown. (Ooh) Sweet, sweet, (Ay) Georgia Brown. (Mm-hmm) talk goes up, Then the bass drops down. (Na-na) Sweet, sweet, (Ay) Georgia Brown, Sweet Georgia Brown. Cool girls don’t lose sleep, Smooth talk pals still play for keeps. She don’t take their dues, She makes them hand her dues. Hats tip low when she walks past, Big talk folds up fast. One dollar down, fresh fit downtown, All for Sweet Georgia Brown. Door guy tips his cap, DJ pulls it back. Front row leans, back row bets, She laughs, they pay respect. Oh boy, tip your hat, Oh joy, that’s a fact. I’m one more voice in a loud downtown, Calling Sweet Georgia Brown. Come on, take your time. No rush, no cheap line. Eyes up, beat tight. (Ah) you move when it feels right. You choose, I stay cool. One step, no fool. Your grin pulls me round. (Oh) Sweet Georgia Brown. No one here can take the shine From Sweet Georgia Brown. Two left feet, still so neat, That’s Sweet Georgia Brown. Every booth and every stool Knows Sweet Georgia Brown. Boys talk big, then lose their thread For Sweet Georgia Brown. I’ll tell you just why, You know I don’t lie, Not much! 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!" Tip your hat, step light. Let her call the night. Ask once, let her choose. Bassline in her shoes. (Ay) Sweet, sweet, (Oh) Georgia Brown. Tip your hat, step light. Hands up, don’t crowd. She grins, beat kicks, Now everybody says it loud. 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!" No one here can take the shine From Sweet Georgia Brown. Two left feet, still so neat, That’s Sweet Georgia Brown. They all sigh, they all try For Sweet Georgia Brown. I’ll tell you just why, You know I don’t lie, Not much! Cups pause when she passes by, Bar tabs hang mid count. Door man laughs, DJ taps, Friends quit running their mouths. She can stay, she can leave, She can turn this beat around. Still they call, still I lean Toward Sweet Georgia Brown. (Ooh) Sweet, sweet, (Ay) Georgia Brown. One more look, one more laugh, Then the talk goes round. (Mm-hmm) Sweet Georgia, Sweet Georgia Brown.