" Sultans Of Swing "
Dire Straits
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 it's strictly rhythm,
He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing,
They 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,
Savin' it up
For Friday night,
With The Sultans,
With The Sultans of Swing.
Hey!
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 any trumpet
Playin' band,
It ain't what they call
Rock n' Roll,
And The Sultans,
And The (Sultans), played ("Creole"),
"Creole", babe.
{Guitar solo}
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",
And he makes it fast
With one more thing:
"We are The Sultans,
(We are The Sultans of Swing)".
{Bridge}
(Outro: guitar solo}
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