Well, Johnny was a poor man on the wrong side of townHe said he loved a girl named Georgia BrownGeorgia's on the rich side of living in the cityBut Johnny wouldn't have done a thingOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my Georgia BrownOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myLord, she had him running aroundGeorgia's in the Cadillac dress of the ninesAll the way over on the passenger sideJohnny leans in for a kiss on the cheekBut Georgia's in the driver's seatOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my Georgia BrownOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myLord, she had him running aroundStanding at the altar on a Saturday nightThat's Georgia in the back all dressed in whiteDaddy's on the car with a permanent grinAnd Johnny comes marching in singingOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my Georgia BrownOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myLord, she had him running aroundOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myOh, my Georgia Brown, oh, myLord, she had him running around