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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie four time
You feel when you hear that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up the lights to play 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 honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their baggies and platform soles
don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it with one 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 blowing dixie four time
You feel when you hear that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up the lights to play 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 honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their baggies and platform soles
don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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