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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 except to sing for a rock and roll band 'cause in sleepy London town There's just no place for a street fighting man Hey! think the time is right for a palace revolution But where I live the game to play Is compromise solution Well then what can a poor boy do except to sing for a rock and roll band 'cause this sleepy London town Is just no place for a street fighting man 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 except to sing for a rock and roll band 'cause this sleepy run down town Is just no place for a street fighting man Aus Songtexte Mania