"Sultans Of Swing" Lyrics

You get a shiver in the dark
It's rainin' 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
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
But the horns, they're blowing that sound
Way on down south, way on down south in 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
A standard note 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 doin' alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up for Friday night
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys, they're foolin' 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 playin' band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans played 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"
And he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing"