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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 you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows 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
he gets up under the lights to play 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 like anything
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 best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at just as the 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 you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows 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
he gets up under the lights to play 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 like anything
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 best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at just as the 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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