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