Sultans Of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park at midnight

So on the river you stop and you hold everything

A bunny flow with Dixie, it's a beautiful time

You feel alright when you hear the music ring

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

Coming in above the rain, they hear they just go down

Competition in other places

But they all they blowing that sound

Why on down south?

Why on down south London town?

She's got a guitar in her hand, an old, old guitar Man is dreaming of the same world to

make him cry or sing The same old guitar is all he can afford

When he gets up under the light to play his song

He doesn't hurry, doesn't mind, he doesn't make decisions

He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright

He can play the honky-tonk like anything, ay

Subbing it up for Friday night

Where the sultans, where the sultans all swim

They're like crowboy young boys that are fooling around in the corner

Dragged dressing in the vest from beggars and their playful souls

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

It's what they call rock and roll

And the sultans

Yeah, the sultans, they play Creole

Creole, baby

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 messes it up with one more thing

Where are the sultans?

Where are the sultans of swing?