You get a shiver in the dark
It's a r ainin' in the park, but meantime
South 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 step inside but you d on't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the ra in to hear the jazz go down
C ompetition in other places...
Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound
W ay on down south, way on down south London town
You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
But he's strictly rhythm he d oesn't wanna make it cry or sing
T hey've said an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't m ind, if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime j ob, he's doin' alright
H e can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, for Friday night
W ith the Sultans
W e're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd a young boys they're a f oolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best b rown baggies and their platform soles
T hey don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
T hen the Sultans
Y eah the Sultans they play creole, creole
And then the man he ste ps right up to the microphone
And says at la st just as the time bell rings
G oodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
W e are the Sultans
W e are the Sultans of Swing
