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    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 that 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
    Oh, but the horns, they're blowing that sound
    Way on down south, way on down south London town

    You check out guitar, George
    He knows all the chords
    Mind it's strictly rhythm
    He doesn't wanna 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 'n' 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."

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