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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 and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel you hear ring
now you but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
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 is all he can afford
he up under the lights to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel you hear ring
now you but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
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 is all he can afford
he up under the lights to his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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