London Mick - Chris Evans Breakfast Show – Live

One, two, three, four
 Let's hear it for the sharp and slick
 Big hearted guitar man, London Mick
 Come on DJ, play my fix
 Some rock and roll by London Mick
 I first met him in the punk rock days
 He was blowing through town in a punk rock blaze
 I was a Clash kid under the spell
 He bought me Coca-Cola at the band's hotel
 Bought me Coca-Cola at the band's hotel
 He aced Strummer with his killer licks
 You were my guitar hero, London Mick
 There was no band they couldn't lick
 Then or now, London Mick
 Seven wild years came tumbling down
 And I was livin' in Mick's old stomping ground
 We shared a manager, man, and though it all went south
 We saw Spinal Tap together at the picture house
 Spinal Tap together at the picture house
 When he left the Clash he took some stick
 But he stayed cool, London Mick
 DJs and dreads were his sidekicks
 Always an edge with London Mick
 At century's end, under a waning moon
 A chance encounter in a greasy spoon
 "We see each other, Man" he said, quote, unquote
 He was wearing a well-cut Crombie coat
 Wearing a well-cut Crombie coat
 Sent him flowers when he got sick
 More power to London Mick
 What'll he do next? None can predict
 Just leave it up to London Mick
 Pop stars pulling all kinds of tricks
 Like so many goose-brained lunatics
 If I had my choice I'd just pick
 Some rock and roll from London Mick
 Some rock and roll from London Mick
 Let's hear it for the sharp and slick
 Big hearted guitar man, London Mick
 Come on DJ, play my fix
 Some rock and roll by London Mick
 Some rock and roll by London Mick
 Some rock and roll by London Mick