London Calling - Smith & Myers

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 dont look at us All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust

London calling, see we aint 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 dont wanna shout

But when we were talking-i saw you nodding out

London calling, see we aint 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, wont you give me a smile?