1-06 Sultans Of Swing Songtext
von Dire Straits

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 blowing 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
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down

Competition in other places
Ah, but the horns, they blowing 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
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 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 it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing

"We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"