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 


You step inside but you don't see too many faces 
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down 
Too much competition too many other places 
But not too many horns can make 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 
He can play honky tonk just 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 
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band 
It ain't what they call rock and roll 
And the Sultans played Creole 


And then the man he steps right up to the microphone 
And says at last just as the time bell rings 
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' 
And he makes it fast whith one more thing... 

'We are the Sultans.
We are the Sultans of Swing.'