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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 you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't 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 doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't 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 doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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