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 the 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 blowin' that sound

Way on down south

Way on down south, London town

You check out guitar George

He knows all the chords

Mind it's strictly rhythm

He doesn't want to make them cry or sing

They said 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

He can play the honky tonk like anything

Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans

With the Sultans 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

Then the Sultans

Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole

Creole

And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone

And says at last, just as the time bell rings

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