No gal made has got a shade on sweet Georgia Brown,
Two left feet but, oh, so neat is Sweet Georgia Brown,
They all sigh and wanta die since she came to town,
Now I'll tell you just why, and you know I don't lie (not much!)
It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she comes around,
Since she came, well, it's a shame the way she turns them down,
Fellas she can't get are fellas she ain't met,
Georgia named her, Georgia claimed her, Sweet Georgia Brown.

(I think that's about it; there may be a verse, too, but I don't know it.)