You get a shiver in the dark
It's been 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 all right 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 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

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 tonk just like anything

Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing


Amd 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 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 of Swing'