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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
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel when you that music 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 places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
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 the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the like anything
it up for night
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 platform soles
don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel when you that music 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 places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
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 the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the like anything
it up for night
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 platform soles
don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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