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

Well now you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
They hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh but the horns
They blowing that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south London town

You check out Guitar George
He knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm
He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Yes 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 like anything
Saving it up 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
Yeah the sultans are playing creole
creole

And then the man
He 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 of Swing'

Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing

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