Sultans of Swing

Dire Straits


You get a shiver in the dark, it's a raining in the park but meantime.
South of the river you stop and you hold ev'rything.
A band is blowing dixie double four time, 
you feel alright when you hear the music ring.

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces.
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.
Too much competition, too many other places.
Ah, but the horns they're blowin' sound.

(Chorus)
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 want to make it cry or sing.
This 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' all right.
He can play the honky tonk like anything,
Savin' it up for Friday night with the sultans,
With the sultans of swing.

(Chorus)

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 aint what they call Rock and Roll.
And the sultans, yeah the sultans, they played creole.

(Instrumental)

And the man, he steps right up to the microphone and says, at last, just as the time-bell rings:
"good night, 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."

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