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
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, think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
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, said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, 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
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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