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 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 fightin' man no

Hey, think the time is right for 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 sleep London town
there's just no place for a street fightin' man, no

Hey said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scraeam, I'll kill the king
I'll rall at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock'n roll band
Cause in sleep London town
there's just no place for a street fightin' man, no
get down