Labour calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, where’s Gordon Brown?
Jeremy Corbyn of the underworld
Is out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
Labour calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Blairmania has bitten the dust
Labour calling, see we ain’t got no swing
‘Cept to the right of David Cameron

The ice age is coming, the Sun’s hacking in
Meltdown expected, the whip is growing thin
Burnham’s still running, now I have the fear
‘Cause Labour is drowning, someone call Dennis Skinner

Labour calling from the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
Labour calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
Labour calling, and I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
Labour calling, see we ain’t got no soul
We live in a void in a big big black hole

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An’ you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won’t you give me a smile?
London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike