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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down 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 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 the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the 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 in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down 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 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 the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the 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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