Sultans Of Swing

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

South of the river you stop and you hold everything

A band is blowing Dixie double four time

You feel alright when you hear that music ring

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

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

Competition in other places

Uh, but the horns they blowing that sound

way on down south

way on down south

London Town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords

Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing

They say an old 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 make the scene

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

He can play the honky tonk like anything

Saving it up for Friday night

with the Sultans

with the Sultans of Swing

Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner

Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles

They don't give a damn about 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 ring

Goodnight, 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