Okay, let's have a go at the single. It's a song about a jazz band, partly. A song called The Sultans of Swing, because that's what the band was called, The Sultans of Swing. Okay, let's do it. Get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park In the meantime Shot on the river You stop when you hold everything Band is blowing Dixie Double four time You feel all right When you hear the music ring Well, now you step inside But you don't see too many faces Come and hang out in the rain To hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Give a donk and blow that sound through it We on down south We on down south Another town Check out guitar George He knows all the chords Strictly rhythm He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing Yes, and the new guitar is on He can't afford When he gets up under the lights With that thing Well, Harry doesn't mind If he doesn't make a scene He's got a daytime job He's doing all right He can play the honky-tonk like anything Saving it all for Friday night With the Sultans With the Sultans of Swing With the Sultans of Swing Can you call the young boys That are fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platforms You don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll Then the Sultans Yeah, the Sultans play Creole The Sultans When the man steps right up to the microphone Says, at last, just once, the time has come Now you've got nine hours time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing We are the Sultans We are the Sultans of Swing The Sultans The Sultans The Sultans of Swing