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