Intro :
You get a s hiver in the dark
It's rain ing in the park but meantime
S outh of the river you s top and you hold every thing
A band is blowing Di xie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't se e too many faces
C oming in out of the rain to hear the jazz g o down
T oo much competition too many other places
B ut not too many horns can make that s ound
Way on downsouth (x2)
L ondon town
You check out 'Gu itar George' he know s all the c hords
M ind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sin g
A nd an old guitar is all he can afford
W hen he gets up under the lights to play his thi ng
A nd Harry doesn't m ind i f he doesn 't make the scene
H e's got a daytime job he's doing al right
H e can play honky tone just li ke anything
S aving it up for frida y nigh t
With the sultans
With the sultans of s wing
And a cr owd of young boys they're f ooling arou nd in the cor ner
D runk and dressed in their best brown baggies and thei r platform s oles
T hey don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock an d rol l
And the sultans
And the sultans played c reole
A nd then the man he st eps right up to the microphone
A nd says at last just as the time bell rin gs
T hank you goodnight now it's time to go home
And he m akes it fast with o ne more thi ng
We are the sultans
We are the sultans of swing