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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 everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on south, London town
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 is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for 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 their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on south, London town
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 is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for 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 their brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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