Sultans Of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
With but the horns they're blowin' that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make
it cry or sing
And just an old guitar is all he can afford
When 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 daytime job he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around
in the corner
Drunk 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
And the Sultans, yeah the Sultans played Creole (Creole)

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last 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 Swing."