Dm You get ashiver in the dark It's raining in the park butmeantime South of the river you stop and you holdeverything A band is blowing Dixie doublefour time You feel alright when you hear that music ring - - - Well now you step inside but youdon't see toomanyfaces Coming in out ofrain to hear thejazz go down Competition in other places Oh but the horns they're blowing thatsound - - - Way on down southway on down southLondon town --------------- You check out Guitar Georgehe knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythmhe doesn't want to make it cry or sing They said old guitar isall 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 Saving it up for Friday night ------ With the Sultans with the Sultans ofswing --------- -- -- ---- 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 play Creole ----Creole baby -- ---- ---- - - - - ---- - ----- ---------------- ------- ---------------- --- --- ----- --- --- ---- And the man hesteps right up to themicrophone And says atlast just asthe time bell rings Goodnight now it'stime to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing We are the Sultans we are the Sultans ofswing --- -------- --- ----------- --- ----------- --- --- --------