dire straits sultan of swing!!

You get a shiver in the dark
Its 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

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
But the horns are blowing 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 hes 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 dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last this the time the bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
Then he he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the Sultans of Swing