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 The 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 Ah, But The
Horns, They′re Blowin' That Sound Way On Down
South Way On Down South, London Town You
Check Out Guitar George, He Knows All The Chords
Mind, It's Strictly Rhythm He Doesn′t Want To Make
It Cry Or Sing They′ve Said 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
For Friday Night With The Sultans With The
Sultans Of Swing Yeah 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,
They Play 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 It's Time To Go Home' Then He Makes
It Fast, With One More Thing 'We Are
The Sultans We Are The Sultans Of Swing'