Dire Straits

Sultans of Swing

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 blowin' dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

Now You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
The competition in other places
A but the horns,  their blowin' that sound
Way on down south, Way on down south in London town

Check out guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he'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 doin' alright
He can play the honky tonk  like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of swing

And then a crowd of young boy's 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 then the Sultans, yeah the Sultans played Creole

Creole

Rift (full verse rift)

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
He 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