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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
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
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!
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey 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
For sing for a rock 'n' roll band
In this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for
For a street fighting man