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 all right 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   But the horns, they 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 want to make it cry or sing   Yes then 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      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 played Creole, Creole      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"