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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
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie four time
You alright when you ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't 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
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more 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 band is dixie four time
You alright when you ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't 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
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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