You get a shiver in the dark
It’s a raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin´ dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring

Well now you step inside but you don´t see too many faces
Comin´ in outta the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
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 wanna make it cry or sing
It’s that an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his bass

And Harry doesn’t mind
If he doesn’t make the scene
He’s got a day time job, he’s doin´ alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin´ it up for Friday night

With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing

(short guitar part) Hey

And a crowd a young boys they’re
Foolin´ 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 playin´ band
It ain´t what they call rock and roll

Then the Sultans
Yeah the Sultans, they play creole (creole)

´uh-uh´
(guitar & instrumental)

And then the man steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
´Goodnight, now it’s time to go home´
Then he makes it fast with one more thing

We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing