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!

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!