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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 everything
A band is dixie double four time
You alright you that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out George, he 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 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 anything
it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
don't give a any playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A band is dixie double four time
You alright you that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out George, he 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 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 anything
it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
don't give a any playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
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