Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time
Is right for fighting in the street, oh, boy
But 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

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game
To play is compromise solution
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

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