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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 you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to 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
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's 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 to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to 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
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's 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 to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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