Sultans Of Swing 2.kar

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

Well 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
Well but the horns keep blowing 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

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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up 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, ah ah

And then the man
He steps right up to the microphone

And says at last
As just 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