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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 band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he up under the to 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 play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with 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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he up under the to 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 play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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