BAGGY

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

Now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
coming in out of 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 in London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
but it's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
as then an old guitar is all he can afford
when he gets up under 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 saving it up for Friday night
with the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
drunk and dressed in their best brown BAGGYS and their platform soles
they don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
it ain't what they call rock & roll
and the sultans yea the sultans are playing creole creole baby

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