Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark. It's raining in the park mean time

Sound of the river you stop and you hold everything a band is blowing Dixie double fall time

You feel all right when you hear the music ring

Yeah, I like step inside, but you don't see too many faces

Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down

Pumped tissue in other places

But the horns, they blowin' that sound

Way on down south

Way on down south, London town

You check out Guitar George

He knows all the chords

Man, he's strictly rhythm

He doesn't wanna make her cry or sing

There's an old guitarist, oh, he can't afford.

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

then Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scenes.

He's got a daytime job.

He's doing all right.

He can play the honky-tonk like anything,

Saving it up Friday night with the Sultans

With the Sultans off swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around

In the corner

Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies

And their platforms so

They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band

It ain't what they call rock and roll

And the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans, they play 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.

Then he makes it fast with one more thing.

We are the Sultans

We are the Sultans of Swing