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You get a shiver in the dark
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it's raining in the park but meantime
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south of the river you stop and you hold everything
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A band is blowing Dixie double four time
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you feel alright when you hear that music ring
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you step inside but you don't see too many faces
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coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
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too much competition too many other places
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but not too many horns can make that sound
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way on downsouth
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way on downsouth London town
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you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
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mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
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and an old guitar is all he can afford
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when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
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harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
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he's got a daytime job he's doing allright
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He can play the honky tonk like anything
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saving it up for friday night
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with the sultans
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with the sultans of swing
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and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
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drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
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they don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
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it ain't what they call rock and roll
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and the sultans
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and the sultans played creole
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and then the man he steps right up to the microphone
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and says at last just as the time bell rings
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thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
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and he makes it fast with one more thing
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we are the sultans
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we are the sultans of swing