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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 is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright you hear music 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, 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 want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When 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
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast 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 is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright you hear music 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, 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 want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When 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
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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