Lyrics
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
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
Hey, think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cause 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
Get down!
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 for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no
Get down!
