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Well, let me tell you Well, no chick made could be the same as sweet Georgia Brown Crazy feet that dance so neat as sweet Georgia Brown I tell you just why, you know I don't lie It's been said she knocks 'em dead in any old town Since she came right it's a shame how she brings 'em down In Liverpool she even dared to criticize the Beatles' hair With their whole fan club standin there, I mean sweet Georgia Brown I say this group is absolutely marvelous with the piano Don't you think os? Not too commercial, boys, not too commercial! 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 our hometown 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
Writer(s): Ken Casey, Ben Bernie, Maceo Pinkard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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