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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 stop and you hold everything
A is dixie double four time
You feel alright 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 go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows 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 to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is dixie double four time
You feel alright 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 go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows 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 to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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