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

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

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 wearin 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 pullin' 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Mike Scott