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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 river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz 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 George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up the lights to play 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 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
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz 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 George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up the lights to play 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 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
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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