You get a shiver in the dark It's rainin' in the park, the mean time South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowin' Dixie, double ball time You feel alright when you hear the music ring Now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places But the horns, they blowin' that sound We on down south, we on down south London town Check out guitar George, he knows all the chords But he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't wanna make a cry or sing If Danny no 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 doin' alright He can play the honky-tonk like anything Saving it up Friday night With the sultans, we're the sultans of swing And the crowded young boys, they're 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 playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the sultans, yeah the sultans they play Creole Creole Creole Creole And then the man steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings Good night, 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 We are the sultans, we are the sultans of swing We are the sultans, we are the sultans of swing