YOU GET A SHIVER IN THE DARKbr ITS BEEN RAINING IN THE PARK BUT MEANTIMEbr SOUTH OF THE RIVER YOU STOP AND YOU HOLD EVERYTHINGbr A BAND IS BLOWING DIXIE DOUBLE FOUR TIMEbr YOU FEEL ALL RIGHT WHEN YOU HEAR THAT MUSIC RINGbr br YOU STEP INSIDE BUT YOU DONT SEE TOO MANY FACESbr COMING IN OUT OF THE RAIN TO HEAR THE JAZZ GO DOWNbr TOO MUCH COMPETITION TOO MANY OTHER PLACESbr BUT NOT TOO MANY HORNS CAN MAKE THAT SOUNDbr WAY ON DOWNSOUTH WAY ON DOWNSOUTH LONDON TOWNbr br YOU CHECK OUT GUITAR GEORGE HE KNOWS ALL THE CHORDSbr MIND HES STRICTLY RHYTHM HE DOESNT WANT TO MAKE IT CRY OR SINGbr AND AN OLD GUITAR IS ALL HE CAN AFFORDbr WHEN HE GETS UP UNDER THE LIGHTS TO PLAY HIS THINGbr br AND HARRY DOESNT MIND IF HE DOESNT MAKE THE SCENEbr HES GOT A DAYTIME JOB HES DOING ALRIGHTbr HE CAN PLAY HONKY TONK JUST LIKE ANYTHINGbr SAVING IT UP FOR FRIDAY NIGHTbr WITH THE SULTANS WITH THE SULTANS OF SWINGbr br AND A CROWD OF YOUNG BOYS THEYRE FOOLING AROUND IN THE CORNERbr DRUNK AND DRESSED IN THEIR BEST BROWN BAGGIES AND THEIR PLATFORM SOLESbr THEY DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ANY TRUMPET PLAYING BANDbr IT AINT WHAT THEY CALL ROCK AND ROLLbr AND THE SULTANS PLAYED CREOLEbr br AND THEN THE MAN HE STEPS RIGHT UP TO THE MICROPHONEbr AND SAYS AT LAST JUST AS THE TIME BELL RINGSbr THANK YOU GOODNIGHT NOW ITS TIME TO GO HOMEbr AND HE MAKES IT FAST WITH ONE MORE THINGbr WE ARE THE SULTANS OF SWING