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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
But 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, 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

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
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  But 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, 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    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