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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 and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear 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
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
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 up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can the anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes 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 and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear 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
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
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 up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can the anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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