You
got a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park
In the meantime
Tell the river you're stoned
When you hold everything
Venice Blonde, Dixie Double, Faultine
Feel the wind when you hear the music rain
Well,
you're stepping inside You don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition to many other places Yeah,
but the horns they're blowing that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Checking out guitar George Now he knows all of them fancy chords
He just said,
I'm gonna make that guitar cry Now make it sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
Gets up under that brilliant light
Gonna play that thing Yeah, yeah
Now
he doesn't mind If he doesn't make that fancy scene
He's got a daytime job He's doing quite all right,
thank you very much
Do the honky-tonk just like anything
Say that it's for my funny name
With the sultans
With the sultans on the swing
Sending crowded boys,
they're just fooling around in the corner
Dressing their baggies in their best king's form
Don't give a damn about any trumpet playing man
They're what they call rock and roll
No,
but the sultans Yeah,
the sultans are playing free-o
When the band ain't just about to hit a microphone
And says that last distance is the time by our rings
Now it's time to go home
Make it fast, one more thing
We are the sultans Yeah,
we are the sultans on the swing