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 ’ roII band
Cause in sIeepy London town
There ’s just no pIace for a street fighting man
No!
Hey! Think the time is right for a paIace revoIution
But where I Iive the game to pIay is compromise soIution
WeII, what can a poor boy do
‘cept to sing for a rock ‘n ’ roII band
Cause in sIeepy London town
There ’s just no pIace for a street fighting man
No!
No!
No!
Hey! Said my name is caIIed disturbance
I ’II shout and scream, I ’II kiII the king, I ’II raiI at aII his servants
WeII, what can a poor boy do
‘cept to sing in a rock ‘n ’ roII band
Cause in sIeepy London town
There ’s just no pIace for a street fighting man
No!
No!
No!