| Ev’rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
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| 'Cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
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| But a-what can a poor boy do
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| 'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
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| 'Cause in sleepy London town
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| There’s just no place for a street fighting man, no
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| Hey, think the time is right for a palace revolution
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| 'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
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| Well then what can a poor boy do
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| 'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
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| 'Cause in sleepy London town
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| There’s no place for a street fighting man, no
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| Get down!
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| Hey, said my name is called disturbance
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| I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
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| And then what can a poor boy do
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| 'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
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| 'Cause in sleepy London town
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| There’s no place for a street fighting man, no
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| Get down! |