You get a shiver in the dark, itīs 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 (you go inside) when you hear the music play (ring) Now you step inside but you donīt see too many faces coming in out of the rain you see the jazz go down too much competition too much other places but not too many horns can make that sound (but not too many horns are blowing that sound) Way on downsouth Way on downsouth London town You check out guitar George he knows all the chords Mind heīs strictly rithm he doesnīt want to make it cry or sing and old guitar is all he can afford when he gets under the light and plays his thing And Harry doesnīt mind, if he doesnīt make the scene Heīs got a daytime job, heīs doing allright He can play honky tone just like anything saving it up for Friday night with the sultans with the sultans of swing. And a crowd of young boys theyīre fooling around in the corner drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and they platform shoes. they donīt give a damn about any trumpet playong band it ainīt what they call rock and roll And the sultans And the sultans they play Creole (yeah the sultans they play 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 itīs time to go home and he makes it fast with one more thing We are the sultans, We are the sultans of swing.