Sultans of swing

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1. You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park but meantime,
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    south of the river you stop and you hold everything.
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    A band is blowing Dixie double four time,
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    you feel alright when you hear that music ring.

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2. Well, now you step inside, but you don't see too many faces,
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    coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
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    Too much competition, too many other places,
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    but not too many horns can blow that sound.
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     Way on down south,   way on down south London Town.

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3. You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords,
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    mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
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    This and an  old guitar is all he can afford,
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    when he gets up under the lights to play his thing.

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4.    And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene.
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    he's got a daytime job, he's doing alright.
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    He can play honkytonk like anything,   saving it up for Friday night,
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       with the Sultans,        with the Sultans of Swing.    

SULTANS OF SWING, 2

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5. And a crowd of young boys, they're just fooling around in the corner.
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    Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies 
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    and their platform soles.
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    They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band,
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    it ain't what they call rock `n` roll.
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     And the Sultans,   yeah, the Sultans, they played Creole.

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6.    And then the man, he just steps right up to the microphone,
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    and says his last, just as the time bell rings.
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    "Thank you, goodnight, now its time to go home",
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    and he makes it fast with one more thing.
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    "We are the Sultans,        we are the Sultans of Swing".