Sweet Georgia Brown — текст песни (Louis Armstrong)

NO GAL MADE HAS GOT A SHADE
ON SWEET GEORGIA BROWN,
TWO LEFT FEET, OH, SO NEAT,
HAS SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
THEY ALL SIGH, AND WANT TO DIE,
FOR SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
I`LL TELL YOU JUST WHY,
YOU KNOW I DON`T LIE, NOT MUCH:
IT`S BEEN SAID SHE KNOCKS `EM DEAD,
WHEN SHE LANDS IN TOWN!
SINCE SHE CAME, WHY IT`S A SHAME,
HOW SHE COOLS THEM DOWN!
FELLAS SHE CAN`T GET
MUST BE FELLAS SHE AIN`T MET!
GEORGIA CLAIMED HER, GEORGIA NAMED HER,
SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
NO GAL MADE HAS GOT A SHADE
ON SWEET GEORGIA BROWN,
TWO LEFT FEET, OH, SO NEAT,
HAS SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
THEY ALL SIGH, AND WANT TO DIE,
FOR SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!
I`LL TELL YOU JUST WHY,
YOU KNOW I DON`T LIE; NOT MUCH:
ALL THOSE GIFTS THOSE COURTERS GIVE,
TO SWEET GEORGIA BROWN,
THEY BUY CLOTHES AT FASHION SHOWS,
WITH ONE DOLLAR DOWN,
OH, BOY! TIP YOUR HAT!
OH, JOY! SHE`S THE CAT!
WHO`S THAT, MISTER? `TAIN`T A SISTER!
SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!