"Hey, Mary
Show me that riff"
"Okay"

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 (down)
Competition in other places
Oh, but the horns, they blowin' that sound

Way on down south
Way on down south, London town

Check out guitar, George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make them cry or sing
They tell 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
Yeah, hell

Sultans of swing
We're the sultans of swing
Sultans of swing
We're the sultans of swing
Sultans of swing
We're the sultans of swing
Sultans of swing
We're the sultans of swing

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

Sultans of swing

Sultans of swing