歌词
Everywhere I hear the sound of marchin', chargin' feet, boy
'Cause summer's here, and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
Well now, 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 violent revolution
But where I live, the game to play is compromise solution
Well now, 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
♪
Get down
♪
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 now, 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
Get down