You get a shiver in the dark Its 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 dont 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 hes strictly rhythm He doesnt 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 doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene Hes got a daytime job, hes 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, theyre fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band It aint 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 its time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing youtu.be/8Pa9x9fZBtY
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 13:34:09 +0000
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