| Em | Fmaj7 | |
| London calling to the f | araway towns |
| G6 | G | |
| Now | war is declared - and b | attle come down |
| Em | Fmaj7 | |
| London calling to the | underworld |
| G6 | G | |
| Come | out of the cupboard,you b | oys and girls |
| London calling, now don't look to us |
| Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust |
| London calling, see we ain't got no swing |
| 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing |
| CHORUS |
| Em | D/F# | G | D | |
| The | ice age is coming | , the s | un's zooming in |
| Em | D/F# | G | D | |
| Meltdown expected, | the w | heat is growing thin |
| Engines stop running, but I have no fear |
| Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river |
| London calling to the imitation zone |
| Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone |
| London calling to the zombies of death |
| Quit holding out - and draw another breath |
| London calling - and I don't wanna shout |
| But while we were talking I saw you nodding out |
| London calling, see we ain't got no high |
| Except for that one with the yellowy eyes |
| CHORUS x2 |
| The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in |
| Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin |
| A nuclear era, but I have no fear |
| Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river |
| Now get this |
| London calling, yes, I was there, too |
| An' you 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, like-a, like-a... |