文本歌词

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been 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 all right
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
he 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 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
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
we are the Sultans of Swing