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 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, think the time is right for a palace revolution But where I live the game to play is compromise solution 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! 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 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 No!