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sweet georgia brown - lmp (la musique populaire) lyrics

[verse 1]
no gal made, has got a shade on
sweet georgia brown
two left feet but oh so neat, as
sweet georgia brown
they all sigh and wanna die for
sweet georgia brown
i’ll tell you just why, man
you know i don’t lie, man
not much

[chorus]
funk fellers she can’t get, you know, she ain’t met
funk fellers she ain’t met, well
georgia claimed her, georgia named her
sweet georgia brown, you know why imma

funky feller she ain’t met, and imma
funky feller she won’t forget and
boogie till the break of dawn with
funky georgia brown

[post*chorus 1]
put it on funk arms sweet baby
let me see whatcha gonna do
imma funky with you
do be that funk on
gotta a get a move on you
imma funky with you
let it turn you inside, upside down, baby
burn it til your feet don’t hit the ground
[verse 2]
with all those tips up, pour the [?] up
sweet georgia brown
she buys clothes at, fashions shows with
one dollar down
they all cry and wanna die for
sweet georgia brown
i’ll tell you why, man
you know i don’t lie, man
no, not much

[verse 3]
it’s been said that she knocks ’em dead when
she lands in town
since she came on, it’s a shame how
she cools ’em down
work it to the break of dawn with
sweet georgia brown
you know, i don’t jive, man
the funkiest year was
’25, man

[verse 4]
who does “the mop” and the “lindy hop” like
sweet georgia brown
no gal made, has got a shade on
sweet georgia brown
she’s the cleanest, wearn’ out her
sweet georgia crown
you gotta get funky
you gotta get luncy
tonight
[post*chorus 2]
put it on funk arms sweet baby
let me see whatcha gonna do
imma funky with you
do be that funk on
gotta a get a move on you
imma funky with you
let it turn you inside, upside down, baby
burn it til your feet don’t hit the ground

[break]
he’s streaking along the floorboards! he’s dribblin’ between his legs. look at the way he handles those two b*lls! he’s making a pass. he’s way out of bounds! he’s gonna shoot!

circling the rim. he scores!

[verse 5]
well, who’s the team that wins the game for
sweet georgia brown?
globetrottin’ funkers got the fame from
sweet georgia brown
meadowlark lemon and curly neil loves
sweet georgia brown
so watch them play ball, man
they’re 80ft tall, man
gotta love ’em
[chorus]
they got all the tricks, you know they
got all the funky l!cks
harlem’s fame is funky jive called
sweet georgia brown and those

funk fellers she can’t get, you know
funk fellers she won’t regret, well
georgia claimed her, georgia named her
sweet georgia brown

[outro]
you’re a funky b*tch, woah!
you’re a funky guest, woah!
hey!

- lmp la musique populaire lyrics

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