You get a shiver in the dark
It's 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 Well 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
But the horns, they blowing that sound Way on down south
Way on down south in London town You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes then 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 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"
And he makes it fast with one more thing "We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"