E	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 the music ring

B	Well now, you step inside but you don't see too many faces

	Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down

	Competition in other places

	But the horns they're blowing that sound

	Way on down south, way on down south, London town

D	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

	They say an old guitar is all he can afford

	When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

A	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 the honky tonk like anything 

	Saving it up for Friday night

	We're the Sultans, we're the Sultans of Swing

F	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 don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band

	It ain't what they call rock and roll

	And the Sultans, and the Sultans, they play Creole, Creole

C	And then the man he steps right up to the microphone

	And says at last, just as the time bell rings

	'Goodnight, now it's time to go home'

	and he makes it fast with one more thing

	'We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing'