Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It's 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 that music ring

You step inside
but you don't see
too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition
too many other places
But not too many horns
can make that sound
Way on downsouth
way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George
he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he
doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all
he can afford
When he gets up under the
lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind
if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job
he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk
just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys
they're fooling around
in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their
best brown baggies and
their platform soles
The don't give a damn
about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call
rock and roll
And the Sultans
And the Sultans
played Creole

And then the man he steps right
up to the microphone
And says at last just as
the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight
now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast
whith one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing

Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing

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