You get a shiver in the dark
It’s a 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 alright
when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside
but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
You check out guitar George,
he knows-all the chords
Mind, it’s strictly rhythm
he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
They said 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
Savin’ it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We’re the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd a young boys
they’re a foolin’ 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 playin’ band
It ain’t what they call Rock and Roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play 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”
