Sultans of swing
you get a shiver in the dark
it's raining in the park but meantime
south of the river you stop and hold everything
a band is blowin' Dixie, double-four time
you feel alright when you hear that music ring

you step inside but you don't see too many faces
coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
too much competiion; too many oter places
but the horns ain't blowin' that sound
way on downsouth
way on downsouth... london town

you check out guitar george... he knows all the chords
but he's strictly rhythm; he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
and an old guitar is all he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
and harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
he's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
saving it up for friday night
with the sultans...
with the sultans of swing

and a crowd of young boys, they're foolin' around the corner
drunk and dressed intheir best brown baggies and their platform soles
they don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
it ain't what the call rock and roll
and the sultans
yeah the sultans play creole

creole...

and then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
good night now it's time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans we are the sultans of swing

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