London calling

The Clash
Música y Letras: Joe Strummer & Mick Jones


London calling to the faraway towns,
now war is declared and battle come down.
London calling to the underworld,
come outta' the cupboard, ya' boys and girls.
London calling, now don't look to us,
Phony 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's zoomin' in,
meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin,
engines stop running, but I have no fear
'cause London is drownin', I, live by the river.

(London calling) to the imitation zone,
forget it, brother, you can go it alone.
London calling to the zombies of death,
quit holdin' out and draw another breath.
London calling and I don't want to shout
but while we were talking I saw you noddin' out.
London calling, see we ain't got no high
'cept for that one with the yellowy eyes.

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in,
engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin,
a nuclear error, but I have no fear
'cause London is drowning, I, I live by the river.

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in,
engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin,
a nuclear error, but I have no fear
'cause London is drowning, I, I live by the river.

Now get this.

London calling, yes, I was there, too,
and ya' know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
and after all this, won't you give me a smile?
(London calling)

I never felt so much alike, alike, alike.