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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A is blowing double time
You feel when you hear that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A is blowing double time
You feel when you hear that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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