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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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows 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
he gets up 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 alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows 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
he gets up 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 alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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