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
And 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
But the horns, they're blownin' that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth 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
And 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 doing alright
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He can play the honkytonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
With the Sultan of Swing
And 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 any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they played Creole
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"
And he make it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans"
"We are the Sultans of Swing"
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