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Sultans Of Swing 
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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 is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and 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 anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more 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 is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and 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 anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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