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' 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, what can a poor boy do   'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band   Cause in sleepy london town   There's just no place for a street fighting man   No!   No!   No!      Guitar!      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   'cept to sing in a rock 'n' roll band   Cause in sleepy london town   There's just no place for a street fighting man   No!   No!   No!