Dire Straits – “Sultans Of Swing”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo-J1wf2KHc

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.

You step inside, but you don't see too many faces,
Coming in out of the rain, to hear the jazz go down.
Too much competition 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.
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles.
The don't 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, 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.'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyVxQAlN-ig