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Dire Straits – Sultans Of Swing – 1978


    You get a shiver in the dark
    It’s a 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 they hear the jazz go down
    Competition in other places
    Uh 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, it’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
    They said 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 the Honky Tonk like anything
    Savin’ it up, for Friday night
    With the Sultans
    We’re the Sultans of Swing

    Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ 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 playin’ band
    It ain’t what they call Rock and Roll
    And the Sultans
    Yeah, the Sultans, they play 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 »