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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 everything
A band is blowing four time
You when you that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the 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 in the corner
and in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the you stop and you everything
A band is blowing four time
You when you that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the 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 in the corner
and in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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