Sultans Of Swing

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

You're south of the river, you stop and you hold everything

A band is blowin', Dixie, double four time

You feel alright when you hear the music ring

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

You're comin' out of the rain, you hear the jazz go down

Competition in other places, but the horns are blowin' their sound, way on down south,

way on down south, London town.

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

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

He said an old guitar is all he can afford.

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 daytown job and he's doing all right.

He can play the honk-a-tonk like anything Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing Then a crowd of young boys, the foolin' around

in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and

platform souls 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 the man he steps right up

to the microphone he says alas there's a time bell rings good night now it's time to go home

he makes it fast with one more thing we are the sultans we are the sultans of swing