Lyrics:

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
But 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 island revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
But 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, said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
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
Street fighting man
Street fighting man
Street fighting man
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