(Strummer/Jones)
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don`t look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain`t got no swing
`Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an` go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don`t wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain`t got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
CHORUS
Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An` you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won`t you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a` like