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

And now you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain
You hear the jazz go down

Competition in other places
Oh, 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 wanna make it cry or sing

Yes, 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 doin' 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
They play 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 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