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 now 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
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well now 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
(Get down)
Hey so 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 n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No
(Get down)
