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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
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie time
You feel you hear that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to 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 the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't a about any trumpet band
It ain't they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie time
You feel you hear that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to 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 the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't a about any trumpet band
It ain't they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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