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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 and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in 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
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights 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
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and their soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call 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 just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in 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
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights 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
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and their soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call 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 just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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