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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 river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright you that music ring
Well now you step 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' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright you that music ring
Well now you step 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' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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