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 rings
By now you step inside but you don't see too many faces coming in out the rain to hear the jazz go down Competition in other places All but the horns keep blowing that sound Way on down south way on down south London town
You check out guitar, George he knows all the chords Mine, he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing Just and an old guitar is all he can afford when he gets up under 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, Friday night with the sultans with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys there fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed 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 and the sultans played creole
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