Sultans of Swing

Intro : 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 (x2) 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 tone 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 They 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 with one more thing  We are the sultans     We are the sultans of swing