| 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 go to lyricspage go to mainpage go to discographys |