You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the parkBut meantime, south of the river you stop and hold everythingA band is blowing Dixie, double for a timeYou feel alright when you hear the music ringCompetition in other placesBut the horns, they blow in that soundWe are the Sultans of SwingWe are, we areWe are the Sultans of SwingWe are, we areWe are the Sultans of SwingYou soon are known all over the worldNo one can talk, it's all he can affordWhen he gets up under the lights to play his thingHe can play the honky, don't like anythingSaving it up for Friday nightYou're the sultansWe are, we areWe are the sultans of swingWe are, we areWe are the sultans of swingWe are, we areWe are the sultans of swingWe areWe are, we are the salt sands of swinging