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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
of the you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel you that music ring
Well now you step inside 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' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
of the you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel you that music ring
Well now you step inside 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' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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