Woorden:
The Clash London Calling

Well sing Michael sing on the route of the 19 bus we hear them sayin' How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless You been

{One, two One, two, three, four} Well they were given the grape that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told

Well, I got a friend, who's a man (Who's a man) What man? The man Who keeps me from the lonely The only He gives me What I need (What you need?) What

The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "He ain't here, but he sure went past" Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz and they said Sattamassagana for

empty a bottle, I feel a bit free The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls

When she forgot that thing that she had Oh to swallow, hey Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' Whose rock? They call

{ (Say, say) Say, where did I see this guy? (Say, say, say, say) In Red River? Or a place in the sun? Maybe a misfit From here to eternity} Everybody

this must be the way out Here's the cheap bit, oola, oola, oola Any song you want (Oola, oola, oola) Playing requests now on the bandstand (Oola, oola, oola) El Clash

You say you stand by your man Tell me something, I don't understand You said you loved me and that's a fact And then you left me, said you felt trapped