Sandinista!

[Intro]

The Magnificent Seven!

[Verse 1]

Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!

Move yourself to go again

Cold water in the face

Brings you back to this awful place

Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too

Must get up and learn those rules

Weather man and the crazy chief

One says "Sun" and one says "Sleet"

A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too

Churnin' out that boogaloo

Gets you up and a'gets you out

But how long can you keep it up?

Gimme Honda, gimme Sony

So cheap and real phony

Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents

English pounds and Eskimo pence

[Chorus]

You lot! What?

Don't stop, give it all you got

You lot! What?

Don't stop, yeah!

You lot! What?

Don't stop, give it all you got

You lot! What?

Don't stop, yeah!

[Verse 2]

Workin' for a rise, better my station

Take my baby to Sophistication

She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice

Better work hard, I seen the price

Never mind that, it's time for the bus

We got to work, and you're one of us

Clocks go slow in a place of work

Minutes drag and the hours jerk

Yeah, wave bye-bye

"When can I tell 'em wot I do?

In a second, maaan, a'right Chuck!"

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss

It's our profit, it's his loss

But anyway, the lunch bell ring

Take one hour, and do your... thang!

Cheeseboiger!

What do we have for entertainment?

Cops kickin' gypsies on the pavement

Now the news, a'snap to attention

The lunar landing of the dentist convention

Italian mobster shoots a lobster

Seafood restaurant gets outta hand

A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car?

Like cowboys do, in TV land

[Chorus]

You lot! What?

Don't stop, give it all you got

You lot! What?

Don't stop, oh!

You lot! What?

Don't stop, give it all you got, yeah

You lot! What?

Don't stop

[Verse 3]

So get back to work and sweat some more

The sun will sink and we'll get out the door

It's no good for man to work in cages

Hits the town, he drinks his wages

You're frettin', you're sweatin'

But did you notice you ain't gettin'?

You're frettin', you're sweatin'

But did you notice not gettin' anywhere?

Don't you ever stop a'long enough to start?

Take your car outta that gear

Don't you ever stop long enough to start?

Get your car outta that gear

Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

Came to the checkout at the 7-11

Marx was skint, but he had sense

Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? Yeah

A'what have we got? Yeah-o

What have we got? Magnificence (I say)

What have we got?

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi

Went to the park to check on the game

But they was murdered by the other team

Who went on to win 15-nil

You can't be true, you can't be false

You'll be given the same reward

Socrates and Milhous Nixon

Both went the same way, through the kitchen

Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin

Who's more famous to the billion millions?

News Flash

Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie

Ooh hoo!

Bye bye

[Outro]

The Magnificent Seven!

Magnificent!

Magnificent Seven!

This is fuckin' long, innit?

12 ContributorsHitsville U.K. LyricsThe Clash’s celebration of the rising British independent scene. The title refers to the headquarters of Motown, known as Hitsville USA. The song argues that the network of small independent labels beginning… Read More They cried the tears, they shed the fears

Up and down the land

They stole guitars or used guitars

So the tape would understand

Without even the slightest hope of a thousand sales

Just as if, as if there was, Hitsville in UK

I know the boy was all alone, 'til the Hitsville hit UK

(Remember)

They say true talent will always emerge in time

When lightning hits Small Wonder

Its Fast Rough Factory time

No expense accounts, or lunch discounts

Or hyping up the charts

The band went in, and knocked 'em dead, in 2 minutes 59

I know the boy was all alone, 'til the Hitsville hit UK

So hit it

No slimy deals, with smarmy eels in Hitsville UK

Lets shake'n say, we'll operate in Hitsville UK

I know the girl felt all alone, 'til the Hitsville hit UK

The mutants, creeps, and musclemen

Are shakin' like a leaf

It blows a hole in the radio

When it hasn't sounded good all week

A mike 'n boom, in your livin' room in Hitsville UK

No consumer trials, nor A.O.R., in Hitsville UK

I know the boy felt all alone 'til the Hitsville hit UK

Now the boys and girls are not alone

Now that Hitsville hit UK

I know the boys and girls are not alone

Now that Hitsville hit UK

I know the boys and girls are not alone

Now that Hitsville hit UK

I know the boys and girls are not alone

Now that Hitsville hit UK

[Verse 1]

Down the road came a Junco Partner

Boy, he was loaded as can be

He was knocked out, knocked out loaded

He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Singin' "6 months ain't no sentence

And one year ain't no time

I was born in Angola

Servin' 14 to 99"

Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars

One million to call my own (All my own)

I would raise me and say, "Grow for me baby"

Raise me a tobacco farm

[Chorus]

Take a walk

Take a walk, Junco Partner

Hey! Don't bother me

Like that!

[Verse 2]

Well, when I had me a great deal of money

Yeah had mighty good friends all over town

Now I ain't got no more money

All of my good friends just put me down

So now I gotta pawn my ratchett and pistol

Yeah, I gonna pawn my watch and chain

I would have pawned my sweet Gabriella

But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name

[Verse 3]

Down the road came a Junco Partner

Boy, he was loaded as can be

He was knocked out, knocked out loaded

He was a'wobblin' all over the street

I can't walk!

I can't walk!

[Verse 4]

Down the road a'came a Junco Partner

"Hey, mister" he called out to me

And it was three things he shouted

Singin', singin'

Oh!

Junco Partner

Well I'm down, yes I'm getting thirsty

Pour me out a good beer, when I'm dry

Just, just give me whisky, when I'm thirsty

Give me headstone when I die

Down the road

11 ContributorsIvan Meets G.I. Joe LyricsA Cold War satire which reimagines the conflict between the USA and Soviet Union as a dance competition.

This song is the only Clash track on which drummer Topper Headon took lead vocals.So you're on the floor, at 54

Think you can last at Le Palace?

Does your body go to the to and fro?

Tonight's the night or didn't you know

That Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe

He tried his tricks that Ruskie bear

The United Nations said "It's all fair"

He did the radiation, he did the chemical plague

He could not win with a Cossack spin

The Vostok Bomb, the Stalin strike

He tried every move, he tried to hitchhike

He drilled a hole like a Russian star

He made every move in his repertoire

When Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe

It's G.I. Joe's turn to blow

He turned it on cool and slow

He tried a pay phone call to the Pentagon

A radar scan, a leviathan

He wiped the Earth clean as a plate

What does it take to make a Ruskie break?

But the crowd are bored and off they go

Over the road to watch China blow!

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe (Ivan meets G.I. Joe)

Ivan meets G.I. Joe

9 ContributorsThe Leader LyricsThis song is just a retelling of a political sex scandal that Joe Strummer read in the paper. In the Armagideon Times no3 lyrics sheet that comes with the album, you can see a snippet of the article that the… Read More Atom secrets, secret leaflet

Have the boys found the leak yet?

Molehill sets the wheel in motion

His downfall picks up locomotion

You gotta give the people somethin' good to read on a Sunday

Now the leader's wife takes a government car

In the dark to meet the minister

But the leader never leaves his door ajar

Swings a whip from the Boer War

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

He wore a leather mask for his dinner guests

Totally nude and with deep respect

Proposed a toast to the votes he gets

The feeling of power and the thought of sex

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

Now the girl let the fat man touch her

Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture

Driver waited in the embassy car

The fat man's trap was set for capture

The girl let the thin man touch her

Mixing questions, drunken laughter

Ministry car waitin' there

Minister knows his own affair

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

16 ContributorsSomething About England LyricsHistorical and musical context:

“Something About England” is one of many crazy musical variations on the Sandinista! album, with The Clash experimenting with Music Hall, one of British music’s oldest genres… Read More (Mick Jones)

They say the immigrants steal the hubcaps

Of respected gentlemen

They say it would be wine and roses

If England were for Englishmen again

I saw a dirty overcoat

At the foot of the pillar of the road

Propped inside was an old man

Who time could not erode

The night was snapped by sirens

Those blue lights circled past

The dance hall called for an ambulance

The bars all closed up fast

My silence gazing at the ceiling

While roaming the single room

I thought the old man could help me

If he could explain the gloom

"You really think it's all new

You really think about it too"

The old man scoffed as he spoke to me

"I'll tell you a thing or two"

(Joe Strummer)

I missed the fourteen-eighteen war

But not the sorrow afterwards

With my father dead, my mother ran off

My brothers took the pay of hoods

The twenties turned the north was dead

The hunger strike came marching south

The garden party not a word was said

The ladies lifted cake to their mouths

The next war began and my ship sailed

With battle orders writ in red

In five long years of bullets and shells

We left ten million dead

The few returned to old Piccadilly

We limped around Leicester Square

The world was busy rebuilding itself

The architects could not care

But how could we know when I was young

All the changes that were to come?

All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield

And now the terror of the scientific sun

There was masters and servants and servants and dogs

They taught you how to touch your cap

Through strikes and famine and war and peace

England never closed this gap

So leave me now the moon is up

But remember the tales I tell

The memories that you have dredged up

Are on letters forwarded from Hell"

It's a long way to Tipperary

It's a long way to go

Goodbye, Piccadilly

Farewell, Leicester Square

(Mick Jones)

The streets were now deserted

The gangs had trudged off home

The lights clicked out in the bedsits

Old England was all alone

7 ContributorsRebel Waltz LyricsA waltz is written in ¾ (“three-quarter”) time. Waltz time is very unusual for rock songs because it lends itself more to couples dancing, which is why this song has a very “dancey” feel.

The best way to see… Read More I slept as I dreamed of a time long ago

I saw an army of rebels, dancin' on air

I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfire

A song of the battle, that was born in the flames

The rebels were waltzin' on air

I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz

That was written to be danced on the battlefield

I danced to the song of a voice of a girl

A voice that called "Stand 'til we fall

Stand 'til all the boys fall"

As we danced came the news that the war was not won

Five armies were comin', with carriage and gun

Through the heart of the camp

Swept the news from the front

A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food

We knew the war could not be won

So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun

In a glade through the trees I saw my only one

Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun

The soldiers were dyin', there was a tune to the sighin'

The song was an old rebel one

As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field

My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees

I slept as I dreamt, I saw the army rise

A voice began to call, "Stand 'til you fall"

The tune was an old rebel one

6 ContributorsLook Here LyricsLook here!

What ya' think you're gonna be doin' next year?

No lie

How you know you're not gonna up and die?

No doubt

Soon enough your friends will find you out

Take care

You might not have much time to spare

Look here!

What ya' think you're gonna be doin' next year?

No lie

How you know you're not gonna up and die?

No doubt

Soon enough your friends will find you out

Take care

You might not have much time to spare

I say, how long have you been actin' up this way?

One knows

When you gonna get your own floor show

I'm hip

And you could use a button on your lip

Look here

What ya' think you're gonna be doin' next year?

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Start the car, let's make a midnight run

Across the river to South London

To dance to the latest hi-fi sound

Of the bass, guitar and drums

[Chorus]

Seekin' out a rhythm that can take the tension off

Steppin' in and out of that crooked, crooked beat

[Verse 2]

Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst

For the sweat will start to run

With a cymbal splash, a word of truth

And a rockin' bass and drum

[Chorus]

Seekin' out a rhythm that can take the tension off

Steppin' in and out of that crooked, crooked beat

[Verse 3]

One by one they come on down

From the tower blocks of my hometown

Steppin' with the rhythm of the musical beat

Drownin' out the pressures of the crooked street

[Chorus]

Seekin' out a rhythm that can take the tension off

Steppin' in and out of that crooked, crooked beat

[Verse 4]

It has a crooked past this crooked street

Where cars patrol this crooked beat

Badges flash and sirens wail

They'll be takin' one and all to jail

[Bridge]

Whooooo!

Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?

Whooooooo!

This particular one is a crooked, crooked beat

Whaaaa!

It's a bird, it's a plane

No, it’s a dog-wise stylee

[Verse 1]

Start the car, let's make a midnight run

Across the river to South London

To dance to the latest hi-fi sound

Of the bass, guitar and drums

[Outro]

Seekin' out a rhythm

This particular one is a crooked, crooked beat

[Verse 1]

Someone lights a cigarette

While riding in a car

Some old guy takes a swig

And passes back the jar

But where they were last night

No one can remember

Somebody got murdered

Goodbye, for keeps, forever

[Chorus]

Somebody got murdered

Somebody's dead forever

[Verse 2]

And you're minding your own business

Carrying spare change

You wouldn't cosh a barber

You're hungry all the same

I've been very tempted

To grab it from the till

I've been very hungry

But not enough to kill

[Chorus]

Somebody got murdered

Somebody's dead forever

[Verse 3]

Somebody got murdered

His name cannot be found

A small stain on the pavement

They'll scrub it off the ground

As the daily crowd disperses

No one says that much

Somebody got murdered

And it left me with a touch

[Chorus]

Somebody got murdered

Somebody's dead forever

[Outro]

Sounds like murder

Those shouts

Are they drunk down below?

Sounds like murder

Those screams

Are they drunk down below?

It's late, my watch stopped, some time ago

Sounds like murder

Those screams

Drunk down below

6 ContributorsOne More Time LyricsMust I get a witness for all this misery?

There's no need to brothers, everybody can see

That it's a'one more time in the ghetto

One more time if you please

One more time to the dyin' man

One more time to be free

One more time in the ghetto

One more time to be free

One more time in the ghetto

One more time to be free

The old lady kicks karate

For just a little walk down the street

The little baby knows Kung Fu

He tries it on those he meets

'Cause its a'one more time in the ghetto

One more time if you please now

One more time to the dyin' man

They say one more time if you please

(Chorus 1)

(Chorus 2)

(Chorus 1)

You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty

Watch when Watts town burns again

The bus goes to Montgomery

'Cause it's a one more time in the ghetto

One more time, yeah

One more time, dying man

One more time if you please

One more time (x4)

5 ContributorsOne More Dub LyricsStop wastin' time

Right

One more breath

One more time in the ghetto

One more time if you please

One

One more time for the dyin' man

One more time if you please now

One more time