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 the music ring
And
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming
in out of the rain you 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 want to 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 the honky tonk 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 They
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It
ain't what they call rock and roll And
the Sultans... Yea the Sultans that play Creole ...Creole
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' And
he makes it fast with one more thing 'We
are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'