text: Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
  Because summers 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 & roll band
  Because in sleepy London town
  Theres 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
  But what can a poor boy do
  Except to sing for a rock & roll band
  Because in sleepy London town
  Theres just no place for a street fighting man
  No
  Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
  Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
  But what can a poor boy do
  Except to sing for a rock & roll band
  Because in sleepy London town
  Theres just no place for a street fighting man
  No