Sultans 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-a-doodle-doo, you know the place, ain't it?

Oh, but the horns be blowin' that sound

Way on down south

Way on down south, London town

You check out Guitar John

He knows all the chords

Man, he's strictly with 'em, he doesn't wanna make a cry or sing

Yes, and a new 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 take

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

He can play the horn, talk like anything Saving it up, Friday night

with the sultans

where the sultans all swing

and the crowded young boys there fooling around in the corner

drunken dressed in their fast brown baggies and their platform soles

they don't give a damn

about any trumpets playing in the band

it ain't what they call rock and roll

and the sultans

yeah the sultans that 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 had a south and a north swing