Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin’ to the top The sheik, he drove his cadillac He went a cruisin’ down the ville The muezzin was a’ standing On the radiator grille Shareef don’t like it Rockin’ the casbah…
 
They cried the tears, they shed their fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars or used guitars So the tape would understand Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales Just as if, as if there was, a hitsville in u.k. I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit…
 
Stay around, don’t play around This old town and all Seems like i got to travel on A lot of people won’t get no supper tonight A lot of people won’t get no justice tonight The battle is gettin’ hotter In this irration, armagideon time A lot of people runnin’ and hiding tonight A lot…
 
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 look to us Phony beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain’t got no swing ‘cept for the ring of that…
 
It’s up to you not to heed the call-up ‘n’ you must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up? It’s up to you not to heed the call-up I don’t wanna die! It’s up to…
 
Tommy gun You ain’t happy less you got one Tommy gun Ain’t gonna shoot the place up Just for fun Maybe he want to die for the money Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he’s gonna get it Tommy gun You better strip it down for a customs run Tommy…
 
Interrupting all programmes This is radio clash from pirate satellite Orbiting your living room Cashing in the bill of rights Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This sound does not subscribe To the international plan In the psycho shadow of the white right hand Then that…
 
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm This is england This knife of sheffield steel This is england This is how we feel Time…
 
They said: release remote control But we didn’t want it on the label They said: fly to amsterdam The people laughed, but the press went mad Oh, someone’s really smart Oh, complete control, yeah that’s a laugh On the last tour my mates they couldn’t get in I’d open up the back door but they’d…
 
If you can play on the fiddle How’s about a british jig and reel? Speaking king’s english in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust Water froze in the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain’t no need for ya There ain’t no need for ya Go straight to…
 
Darlin’ you got to let me know Should i stay or should i go? If you say that you are mine I’ll be here ’til the end of time So you got to let me know Should i stay or should i go? It’s always tease tease tease You’re happy when i’m on my knees…