Everywhere I hear the sound of marchin', chargin' feet, boy 'Cause summer's here, and the time is right For fighting in the street, boy Well now, 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 violent revolution But where I live, the game to play is compromise solution Well now, 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 ♪ Get down ♪ 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 now, 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 Get down