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 BLOWIN' DIXIE
DOUBLE-FOUR TIME
YOU FEEL ALL RIGHT
WHEN YOU HEAR
THE MUSIC RING
WELL, 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
A-BUT THE HORNS
THEY'RE BLOWIN' THAT SOUND
WAY ON DOWN SOUTH
WAY ON DOWN SOUTH
LONDON TOWN
YOU CHECK OUT GUITAR GEORGE
HE KNOWS ALL THE CHORDS
MIND HE'S STRICTLY RHYTHM
HE DOESN'T WANNA
MAKE IT CRY OR SING
YES, AND 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 DOIN' ALRIGHT
HE CAN PLAY THE HONKY TONK
LIKE ANYTHING
SAVIN' IT UP FOR FRIDAY NIGHT
WITH THE SULTANS
WITH THE SULTANS OF SWING
YEAH
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
THEN THE SULTANS
YEAH, THE SULTANS
ARE PLAYIN' 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