Lyrics

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me what can a poor boy do Except playing for a rock and roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There ain't no place for a street fighting man Hey! Think the time is right for a fighting revolution From where I live the game's to play compromise solution Tell me what can a poor boy do Except playing for a rock and roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There ain't no place for a street fighting man Tell me what can a poor boy do Except playing for a rock and roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There ain't no place for a street fighting man I cannot make out what he says here I'll scream and shout I'll kill off the king I'll rail at all his servants Tell me what can a poor boy do Except playing for a rock and roll band? 'Cause in sleepy London town There ain't no place for a street fighting man