Sultans of Swing

Fantastic tune & image my friend!

That's great, awesome song and the illustration is perfect

Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' 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 playin' band/ It ain't what they call Rock and Roll/ And the Sultans/ Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole/ Creole

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"/ Then he makes it fast with one more thing/ "We are the Sultans/ We are the Sultans of Swing"

You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords/ Mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing/ They said 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 the Honky Tonk like anything/ Savin' it up, for Friday night/ With the Sultans/ We're the Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark/ It's a 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/

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/ Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound/ Way on down south/ Way on down south/ London town/