Sweet Georgia Brown
Ben Webster
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 want to die for sweet georgia brown I'll tell you why; you know I don't lie much It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town Since she came, why it's a shame how she coos 'em down Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met Georgia claimed her, georgia named her Sweet georgia brown