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 blowin' 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 Comin' in out of the rain, you hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Oh, but the horns, they blowin that sound Way on down south, way on down south 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 Yes, 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 doin' alright He can play the "Honk 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 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' 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"