Karaoké Sultans Of Swing

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 blowin' Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh but the horns they 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
Yeah it's 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, hey
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 they play Creole
Creole, babe
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

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