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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
of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing four time
You feel alright 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, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best and their 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 Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps 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 Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing four time
You feel alright 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, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best and their 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 Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps 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 Sultans of Swing
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