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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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that ring
Well now you step but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to 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 Guitar 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
When he gets up the to 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving 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
and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a about any playing band
It ain't 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 last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes 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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that ring
Well now you step but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to 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 Guitar 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
When he gets up the to 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving 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
and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a about any playing band
It ain't 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 last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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