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cover of "Sultans of Swing" by Dire Straits

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 out of the rain to 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

Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords

Strictly rhythm, he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing

An old guitar is all he can afford

He gets up under the lights to play his thing

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

With the Satans

With the Satans of Swing

And the Satans

Yeah the Satans play Creole

Creole baby

A crowd of young boys fooling 'round in the corner

Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles

They don't give a damn about a trumpet playing band

It ain't what they call rock and roll

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone

And says just as the time bell rings

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

And he makes it fast with one more thing

"We're the Satans

We're the Satans of Swing"