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

And I was stepping inside but you don't see too many faces

Coming in out of the rain to hear jazz go down

Competition in other places

But now 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 strictly, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing, yeah

And then his 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

He can play the honky tonk like anything

Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing

And the crying boys they're fooling around in the corner

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

They don't give damn about any trumpet playing band

It ain't what they call rock and roll

And the Sultans

Yeah, we're the Sultans to play Creole

Creole

And the man, he steps right up to the microphone

And say at last, just as time bell rings

Goodnight, now it's time to go home

Then he makes it fast, with one more thing

We're the Sultans

We are the Sultans of Swing