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

Except to sing for a rock and roll band?

'cause in sleepy london town

There's just no place for street fighting man, oh...

Yeah now.

Hey, think the time is right

For a palace revolution

'cause 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 in sleepy london town

There's just no place for 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, now 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 street fighting man, no...