You get a shiver in the dark
It's a r ainin' in the park, but me antime
S outh of the river you stop a nd 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 d on't see too many fa ces
C omin' in out of the ra in to hear the jazz go d own
Competition in other places...
Oh but the horns they blowin' that so und
W ay 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 d oesn'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 m ind, if he doesn't make the scene
H e's got a daytime j ob, he's doin' alr ight
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for Friday night
W ith the Sultans
W e're the Sultans of Swi ng
Then a cr owd a young boys they're a f oolin' around in the co rner
D runk and dressed in their best b rown 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
T hen the Sultans
Y eah the Sultans they play cr eole, creole
A nd then the man he ste ps right up to the microp hone
A nd says at la st 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
W e are the Sultans
W e are the Sultans of Swi ng
