London Calling

London Calling (The Clash)

2 guitare, grosse caisse & caisse claire 4 basse

London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls

London calling, now don't lecture us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing Except for the reign of the truncheon thing

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 knodding out London calling, see we ain't got no high Except for that one with the yellow-ey eyes

4 guitar puis solo

London calling, yes, I was there, too And 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?