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 and 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 and roll band
'cause this sleepy London town
Is 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 and roll band
'cause this sleepy run down town
Is just no place for a street fighting man!