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 blowin' Dixie
Double-four time
You feel alright
When you hear that music ring

Well now, you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz
Go down
Competition
In other places
Uh, but the horns
They blowin' that sound

Way on down south
Way on down south
London-town

You check out
Guitar George
He knows
All the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
They said 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
Savin' 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 played Creole

Creole, baby

And the man he steps right up to the microphone
And 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"