Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boys.

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boys,
'Cause summer's here, and the time is right for fighting in the street, boys.

Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for a street fighting man.

Hey, think the time is right for a body revolution,
From where I live, the games to play - a compromise solution.

Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for a street fighting man.

Watch out now.

Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for street fighting man.

I cannot make out what he says here,
I'll scream and shout,
I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants.

Tell me, what can a poor boy do, except play for a rock and roll band,
'Cause in sleepy London town, there ain't no place for street fighting man.