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
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 Well, now you step inside, but you don't see too many faces
 
 Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
 Competition in other places
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 Ah, but the horns, they blowing that sound
 
 Way on down south
 Way on down south, London town
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 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
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 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
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 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
 Yeah, the Sultans, they played creole
 
 Creole
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 And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
 And says at last, just as the time bell rings
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 "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"