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