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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You when you hear that music ring
now you 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
out Guitar George, he all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry 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 like anything
it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You when you hear that music ring
now you 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
out Guitar George, he all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry 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 like anything
it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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