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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
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 their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a about any band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
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 their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a about any band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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