| Lyrics |
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
No!
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
No!
No!
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'cept to sing in a rock ’n' roll band
Cause in sleepy london town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!
No!
No!
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