And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans of swing
Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
He knows all the chords, mind he's strictly rhythm
And a crowd of young boys
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
And their platform soles, they don't give a damn
And the Sultans played Creole
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London Town
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
Too much competition too many other places
About any trumpet playing band
It's been raining in the park but meantime
You check out Guitar George
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of swing
Publisher: STRAITJACKET SONGS LTD
But not too many horns can make that sound
You get a shiver in the dark
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
And says at last just as the time bell rings
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Saving it up for Friday night
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
Songwriter: Mark Knopfler
They're fooling around in the corner
He can play honky tonk just like anything
And an old guitar is all he can afford