You got a fiddle in the case
It’s a rehearsal with the bass but meantime
Down in the chamber you stop and you check all your pegs
A quintet’s playin’ Handel, three quarter time
You feel all right when you hear the cellos zing

Well now you take your seat and start to see other faces
Climbing up on into the stage they here bows do gown
Competition in district places
Uh but the harps they’re strumming that zum
Way out west here
Way out west here
Berlin town

Hey check out cellist Carl, he knows every strum
Mind, it’s strictly barque he don’t want to make it cry or sing
They said this used cello is all, he can afford
When sits down under the light to play his thing

And Barry doesn’t mind, if he doesn’t miss the piece
He’s got a part time job, he’s hanging alright
He can pluck the harpsichord like anything
Tunin’ it up, for concert night
With the Sultans
We’re the Sultans of Strings

Then a crowd of adults they’re struttin’ all in in tuxedos
Glossed and dressed in their best formal attire and lapel pin
They don’t give a hoot ‘bout any clavier playin’ group
It ain’t what they call Classical
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Purcell
Purcell

And then the conductor steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the hall bell rings
“Goodnight, now it’s time to go home”
Then it makes it fast with one more thing

We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Strings