You get a shiver in the dark    It's rainin' 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       And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces    Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down    Competition in other places    But the horns, they're blowing that sound    Way on down south, way on down south in London town       You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords    But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing    A standard note 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    Savin' it up for Friday night    With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing       And 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 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 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"