Interpret:

Dire Straits

Album:

Sultans Of Swing: The Very Best Of 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 in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
But the horns, they blowin' that sound. 
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town


You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
If any 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
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 baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damm about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call, Rock'n'Roll
And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans played 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"
and he makes it fast with one more thing:
"We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing"