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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 river you stop and you hold everything
A is double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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