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| | Em | Am7 | G | Am7 | Em | Am7 |
| | | | | | London calling to the | faraway towns |
| | Em | G |
| Now that | war is declared and | battle come down |
| | Em | Am7 |
| | London calling to the | underworld |
| | Em | G |
| Come | out of the cupboard, all you | boys and girls |
| | Em | Am7 |
| | London calling, now | don't look to us |
| | Em | G |
| | Phony Beatlemania has | bitten the dust |
| | Em | Am7 |
| | London calling, see we | ain't got no swing |
| | Em | G |
| | Except for the ring of tha | t truncheon thing |
| | Em | G |
| | The ice age is coming, the | sun's zooming in |
| | Em | G |
| | Meltdown expected the | wheat is growing thin |
| | Em | G |
| | Engines stop running but | I have no fear |
| | Em | Em7 | D |
| | Cuz London is | drowning and I | live by the river |
| | Em | Am7 |
| | | London calling to the imitation zone |