Everywhere 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, 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