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 you hear that music ring
Step inside, you don't see too many faces
Coming out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Is in the horns, they blowing that sound
Way on down south, way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind, he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes, and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights you can hear his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, you know he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk just Like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing
Now a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
Ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans, yeah, the Sultans they play Creole
Yeah, Creole blues
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, thank you, now it's time to go home"
He says it fast just with one more thing
"We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing"