You get a shiver in the dark
It's a rainin' in the park, but me antime
S outh of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin' Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring...
And now you ste p inside but you don't see too many fa ces
C omin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go d own
Competition in other places...
Oh but the horns they blowin' that so und
Way on down south, way on down south Lo ndon town
You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
B ut he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cr y or sing
They've said an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thi ng
A nd Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene
H e's got a daytime job, he's doin' alr ight
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swi ng
Then a cr owd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the co rner
D runk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platfo rm soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
It ain't what they call rock and rol l
Then the Sultans
Yeah the Sultans they play cr eole, creole
A nd then the man he steps right up to the microp hone
A nd says at last just as the time bell r ings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thi ng
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swi ng
