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 blowin' 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

Comin' in out of the rain

You hear the jazz go down

Competition in other places

Oh, 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 he's strictly rhythm

He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing

Yes, 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 doin' alright

He can play the honky-tonk like anything

Savin' 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

And 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

And he makes it fast with one more thing

We are the Sultans

We are the Sultans of Swing