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Sultans Of Swing Medium
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A band is blowing four time
You feel alright you hear music ring
Well now you but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they 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
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A band is blowing four time
You feel alright you hear music ring
Well now you but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they 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
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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