You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park the 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 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 A competition in other places Ah, but the horns, they blowin' that sound Way on down south Way on down south, London town ♪ Check out guitar George, he knows all the chords Strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And that old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing ♪ 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" Then he makes it fast with one more thing We are the sultans, the sultans of swing