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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 you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You when you hear music ring
now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, 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 the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime 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
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform 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 played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last as the rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then 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
of the you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You when you hear music ring
now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, 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 the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime 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
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform 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 played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last as the rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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