Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
Hey I think the time is right for palace revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Tell me, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
Hey!
They say my name is called disturbance
I'll shout, I'll scream, I'll kill the king and rail at all his servants
Tell me, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!
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