Lyrics Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits

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
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

Competition in other places
Ah, but the horns
They blowin' that sound

Way on down south
Way on down south
London town

Yeah, check out Guitar George
He knows all the chords
Mind, he's strictly rhythm
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing

Left-handed 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, they play 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"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing

We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing