Well, Johnny was a poor man on the wrong side of town
He said he loved a girl named Georgia Brown
Georgia's on the rich side of living in the city
But Johnny wouldn't have done a thing
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my Georgia Brown
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Lord, she had him running around
Georgia's in the Cadillac dress of the nines
All the way over on the passenger side
Johnny leans in for a kiss on the cheek
But Georgia's in the driver's seat
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my Georgia Brown
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Lord, she had him running around
Standing at the altar on a Saturday night
That's Georgia in the back all dressed in white
Daddy's on the car with a permanent grin
And Johnny comes marching in singing
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my Georgia Brown
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Lord, she had him running around
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Oh, my Georgia Brown, oh, my
Lord, she had him running around