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
    You step inside but you don't see too many faces
  Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
  Too much competition too many other places
  But not too many horns can make that sound
  Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
    You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
  Mind he's strictly rhythm
  do doesn't want to make it cry or sing
  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 doing alright
  He can play honky tonk just 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 gibe a damn about any trumpet playing band
  It ain't what they call rock and roll
  And the Sultans played Creole
    And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
  And says at last just as the time bell rings
  "Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home"
  And he makes it fast with one more thing
  "We are the Sultans of Swing"