Fuckin' album, fuckin' country, fuckin' weather Everywhere I hear the sound of marching 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 palace revolution But where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well, 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! No! 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 Well, what can a poor boy do 'cept to sing in a rock 'n' roll band Cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man No! No! No!