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Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, oh boy
Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, oh boy
But what can a poor boy do except sing for a Rock'n'Roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for street fighting man! No!

Hey! Think the time is right for a place 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'n'Roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for street fighting man! No!

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king I'll rail at his servants
Well what can a poor boy do except sing for a Rock'n'Roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for street fighting man! No!

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