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You get a shiver in the dark,
Itand's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you donand't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowinand' that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth
London town
Check out guitar george, he knows-all the chords
Mind heand's strictly rhythm he doesnand't wanna make them cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all - he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesnand't mind - if he doesnand't, make the scene
Heand's got a daytime job, heand's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savinand' it up, for friday night
With the sultans
Weand're the sultans of swing
Then a crowd a young boys theyand're a foolinand' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They donand't give a damn about any trumpet playinand' band
It ainand't what they call rock and roll
Then the sultans
Yeah the sultans they play creole, creole
Lead 1:
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now itand's time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the sultans
We are the sultans of swing
Dire straits
Sultans Of Swing
Sultans Of Swing
You get a shiver in the dark,
Itand's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you donand't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowinand' that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth
London town
Check out guitar george, he knows-all the chords
Mind heand's strictly rhythm he doesnand't wanna make them cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all - he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesnand't mind - if he doesnand't, make the scene
Heand's got a daytime job, heand's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savinand' it up, for friday night
With the sultans
Weand're the sultans of swing
Then a crowd a young boys theyand're a foolinand' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They donand't give a damn about any trumpet playinand' band
It ainand't what they call rock and roll
Then the sultans
Yeah the sultans they play creole, creole
Lead 1:
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now itand's time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the sultans
We are the sultans of swing