Sultans of swing

You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park, but meantime

It's out of the river, it's top and you hold everything

A band is blowing Dixie, double four time

You feel alright, when you hear the music ring

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

Come in out of the rain, you hear the jazz go down

Oh, competition in other places

Oh, but the horns, they're blowing that sound

Way on down south

Way on down south, London town

You check out Guitar George

He knows all the chords, mind his trickly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or

sin.

They say an old guitar is all he can afford, when he gets up under lights to play his thing,

and Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the sin.

He's got a day time job, he's doing all right He can play the honky tonk like anything

Setting it up for Friday night We're the Sultans

We are the Sultans of Swing Proud of you boys, they are fooling around

in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies

and the platform souls. They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band.

Even what they call rock and roll. Then the Sultans, yeah the Sultans they play

Creole, Creole, and then the man he steps right up to the microphone and says at

last just as time bell ring oh good night now it's time to go home and he

He makes it fast, just one more thing We are the sultans, we are the sultans of

swing