Everywhere i hear the sound of marching feet, boy
Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
'cept 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
Well, what can a poor boy do
'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy london town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
Guitar!
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
'cept to sing in a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy london town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

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