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
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 "Honk Tonk" like anything
Savin' 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' played 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"
compositores: MARK KNOPFLER
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