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
You step inside but you
don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make 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
doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And 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 just 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 then the man he steps
right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you and goodnight
now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans,