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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 everything
A band is blowing double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one 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 everything
A band is blowing double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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