The Clash.... 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 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....