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

And 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
But the horns their blowin' 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 doesn't want to make it cry or sing
If it's 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the sultans
With the sultans of swing

Then 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
Ya, the sultans played 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
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