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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 everything
A is double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just 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
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A is double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just 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
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