Lyrics:

Heavy downbeat of one and the show began
London calling, strike up the contraband
Stroke of a genius, stroke of luck he got it right
Took a hit, and we were gone
Take me along
We wore pictures of Strummer
Fell over ourselves all summer
High as a kite
Still believe such a thing can compel a life
Like a pipe dream smack square between the eyes
Death of a salesman, stroke of luck he got it right
After all, it's just a song
But it took me alone
We wore pictures of Strummer
Fell over ourselves all summer
High as a kite
Just before we closed our eyes to commemorate our lives
He said, "Thank you and goodbye"
Goodbye, goodbye
Please take me along
No more pictures of Strummer
Just Johnny-came-late newcomers
High as a kite