London Calling by The Clash

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. Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust. London calling, see we ain't got no swing. Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in. Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin. Engines stop running, but I have no fear . 'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone. Forget it brother, you can go 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 nodding out. London calling, see we ain't got no high. Except for that one with the yellowy eye.

Thanks to @Remussg for the prompt help!!