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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 and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
in out of the 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, town
Check 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
he up under 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 tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday 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 best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
in out of the 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, town
Check 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
he up under 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 tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday 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 best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
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