[Verse 1]
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
Because summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy

[Chorus]
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock & roll band
Because in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No

[Verse 2]
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution

[Chorus]
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock & roll band
Because in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No

[Verse 3]
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
[Chorus]
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock & roll band
Because in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No