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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 is dixie four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar 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 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 the 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 dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a any playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then 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 makes it fast with one 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 is dixie four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar 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 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 the 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 dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a any playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then 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 makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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