You get a shiver in the dark
It’s raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stopyou hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you dont 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 doesnt want to make it crysing
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 doesnt 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
Drunkdressed in their best brown baggiestheir platform soles
The don’t give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain’t what they call rockroll
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 of Swing’