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
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 [bad word] in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too [bad word]  too many other places
But not too many horns can make 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
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 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
 [bad word] and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a [bad word] about any [bad word] playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans, the Sultans played Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you, goodnight, now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'