IntroVerseYou Get A Shiver In The Dark It's Raining In The Park But MeantimeSouth Of The River You Stop And You Hold EverythingA Band Is Blowing Dixie Double Four TimeYou Feel Alright When You Hear That Music RingVerse 2Well, Now You Step Inside But You Don't See Too Many FacesComing In Out Of Rain To Hear The Jazz Go DownCompetition In Other PlacesOh, But The Horns, They're Blowing That SoundWay On Down South, Way On Down South London TownInstrumentsVerse 3You Check Out Guitar George He Knows All TheMind He's Strictly Rhythm He Doesn't Want To Make It Cry Or SingLeft-Handed Old Guitar Is All He Can AffordWhen He Gets Up Under The Lights To Play His ThingVerse 4And Harry Doesn't Mind If He Doesn't Make The SceneHe's Got A Daytime Job, He's Doing AlrightHe Can Play The Honky Tonk Like Anything Saving It Up For Friday NightWith The Sultans, With The Sultans Of SwingVerse 5And A Crowd Of Young Boys, They're Fooling Around In The CornerDrunk And Dressed In Their Best Brown Baggies And Their Platform SolesThey Don't Give A Damn About Any Trumpet Playing BandIt Ain't What They Call Rock And RollAnd The Sultans, Yeah, The Sultans, They Play Creole, CreoleInstruments 3Verse 6And Then The Man, He Steps Right Up To The MicrophoneAnd 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."
