Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing lyrics

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.

And now you step inside

But you don't see too many faces

Coming out of the rain to hear the jazz go down.

Competition in other places

Ah, but the horns, they're blowin' 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 wanna make it cry or sing.

And it's 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 honkytonk like anything

Savin' it up for Friday night

With the Sultans, with the Sultan 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, yeah, the Sultans, they played Creole...Creole.

Uhuh.

(Instrumental).

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone

And says at last just as the time bell rings

"Good night, 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".

(Instrumental, till it fades).