The Clash - London Calling
London calling to the faraway towns,
now war is declared, a battle come down.
London calling to the underworld,
come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls.
London calling, now don't look to us,
all that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust.
London calling, see, we ain't got no swing
except for the ring of that truncheon thing.
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in.
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin.
Engines stop running, but I have no fear,
'cause London is drowning and I live by the river.