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
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