You get a shiver in the dark
It’s been 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 all right 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
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make 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
And 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 all right
He can play honky tonk just 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 damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
And 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
‘Thank you goodnight now it’s time to go
home’
and he makes it fast with one more thing
‘We are the Sultans of Swing’
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny and he’ll tell you the story
Hand me down mu walkin’ shoes
Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin’ blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah the boy can play
Decimation devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
And after all the violence and double talk
There’s just a song in the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life
Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that’s his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he’s a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin’ in the camera Man we could have some fun And he’s up there, what’s that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin’ on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’ get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV’s, Lord
Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free
Money for nothin’ and chicks for free
well it’s a strange old game - you learn it slow
one step forward and it’s back to go
you’re standing on the throttle
you’re standing on the breaks
in the groove ‘til you make a mistake
sometimes you’re the windshield
sometimes you’re the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re a fool in love
sometimes you’re the louisville slugger
sometimes you’re the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re going to lose it all
you gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
because you’re gonna know lonely
and you’re gonna know bad
when you’re rippin’ and a ridin’
and you’re coming on strong
you start slippin’ and slidin’
and it all goes wrong because
sometimes you’re the windshield
sometimes you’re the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re a fool in love
sometimes you’re the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you’re the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re going to lose it all
one day you got the glory
one day you got none
one day you’re a diamond
and then you’re a stone
everything can change
in the blink of an eye
so let the good times roll
before we say goodbye, because
sometimes you’re the windshield
sometimes you’re the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re a fool in love
sometimes you’re the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you’re the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re going to lose it all
last time I was sober, man I felt bad
worst hangover that I ever had
it took six hamburgers and scotch all night
nicotine for breakfast just to put me right
‘cos if you wanna run cool
if you wanna run cool
if you wanna run cool, you got to run
on heavy, heavy fuel
my life makes perfect sense
lust and food and violence
sex and money are my major kicks
get me in a fight I like dirty tricks
‘cos if you wanna run cool
yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
on heavy, heavy fuel
my chick loves a man who’s strong
the things she’ll do to turn me on
I love the babes, don’t get me wrong
hey, that’s why I wrote this song
I don’t care if my liver is hanging by a thread
don’t care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
when my ugly big car won’t climb this hill
I’ll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
‘cos if you wanna run cool
if you wanna run cool
yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
on heavy, heavy fuel
Well this is my back yard - my back gate
I hate to start my parties late
here’s the party cart - ain’t that great?
that ain’t the best part baby - just wait
that a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze
portable hammok baby - who needs trees
it’s casual entertaining - we aim to please
at my parties
check out the shingles - it’s brand new
excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you
hey everybody - let me give you a toast
this one’s for me - the host with the most
it’s getting a trifle colder - step inside my home
that’s a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone
that’s a musical doorbell - it don’t ring, I ain’t kiddin’
it plays america the beautiful and tie a yellow ribbon
boy, this punch is a trip - it’s o.k. in my book
here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit
ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook
let me show you honey - it’s easy - look
you take a fork and spike ‘em - say, did you try these?
so glad you like ‘em - the secret’s in the cheese
it’s casual entertaining - we aim to please
at my parties
now don’t talk to me about the polar bear
don’t talk to me about the ozone layer
ain’t much of anything these days, even the air
they’re running out of rhinos - what do I care?
let’s hear it for the dolphin - let’s hear it for the trees
ain’t running out of nothing in my deep freeze
it’s casual entertaining - we aim to please
at my parties