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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
of the you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing four time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
Well now you but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on south, town
out George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old 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 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 young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
of the you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing four time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
Well now you but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on south, town
out George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old 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 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 young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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