Walk Of Life

Dire Straits

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
Oh 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
And he do the walk, he do the walk of life
Yeah, he do the walk of life

Here comes Johnny goin' tell you the story
Hand me down my 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
And he do the walk, he do the walk of life
Yeah, 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
Oh yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the night time into the day

And after all the violence and double talk
There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life
Hum, you do the walk of life

Sultans of Swing

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

And then 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 be blowing 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
Just 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 that scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play honky tonky 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 platformsoles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... Yeah the Sultans played Creole... Creole

Then the man 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'