Sultins of Swing

You get it shivered in the dark. It's raining in the park mean time

Down on the river you stop and you hold everything a

Bandits blowing Dixie double fall time you feel alright when you hear the music rain

Well now you step inside, but you don't see too many faces

Coming in out of the rain. They hear the jazz go down

Cock-titching in other places, but the horns be blowing that sound, way on down south.

Way on down south, London town.

You check out Guitar John, he knows all the chords.

Man is strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.

Yes, and a new guitar is all he can afford.

When he gets up under the lights to play his thing,

Then Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't take the scene.

He's got a daytime job, he's doing all right.

He can play the honk-tonk like anything.

Saving it up, Friday night, with the Sultans.

The way the Sultans all swing.

And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner.

Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles.

They don't give a damn about any trumpets playing back.

It ain't what they call rock and roll and the Sultans

Yeah, the Sultans, they play trio

And then the man 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 Sweden