Yeah, get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything (c'mon...)
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Yeah

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, too many other places
Ah but the horns, they blowing that sound, (they blowing that...)
Way on down south, way on down south, London town

Check out Guitar George, he knows all them fancy chords
He's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry, make it sing
Yes, and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under them coloured 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, thank you very much
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for a Friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing

Said a crowd of young boys, they're just 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 calling that rock and roll
Then the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans they play Creole
And then the man, he just steps right up to that microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Now bid you goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans, yeah, we are the Sultans of Swing"

That's right