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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 you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You you hear that music ring
Well now you step 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown and soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call 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 says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You you hear that music ring
Well now you step 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown and soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call 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 says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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