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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that ring
Well now you 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
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the to play his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that ring
Well now you 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
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the to play his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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