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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 you stop and you everything
A band is dixie time
You feel alright when you that ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
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
he gets 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 doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for 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 their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then 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 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 Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you everything
A band is dixie time
You feel alright when you that ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
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
he gets 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 doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for 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 their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then 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 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 Swing
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