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
Uh, 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 he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
They say 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' alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
with the Sultans
with the Sultans of Swing
Then 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 about any trumpet playin' 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 ring
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
(repeat and fade, approx x7)