Sweet Georgia Brown Lyrics

Christ, will this night ever end

It creeps along like a bad sitcom

Christ, will this night ever end

I can reach to the top of the sun

Speak in different tongues

Focus. Illuminate. My run-down shag

I met a short grey-haired reverend

But in December, I found that he was a member

Of the dark night he attended with no decency

And the lights came down

I received a parcel with a stained envelope

A breath escaped me when I read of your plans

I wept while dialing your number

I never heard from you again

Where in hell are you

My Sweet Georgia Brown