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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 everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside 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 George, he knows all the chords
Mind 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 the to 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 anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside 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 George, he knows all the chords
Mind 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 the to 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 anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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