Sultans of Swing Songtext

von Blue System

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been 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 all right
When you hear that music ring.

So you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
To hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns
They're blowing 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 does'nt want to make it cry or sing
They say 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 honky tonk
Like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With The Sultans,
With The Sultans 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.

And then the man
He steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are The Sultans,
We are The Sultans Of Swing.