Ev'rywhere
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 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!
Hey!
Think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cauce where I live the game to play
is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll
band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's 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
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll
band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting
man
No
Get down
