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 a-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 'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well then what can a poor boy do 'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man, no Get down! Hey, said my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll k** the king, I'll rail at all his servants And then what can a poor boy do 'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's no place for a street fighting man, no Get down!