歌词
Ev＇rywhere 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 ＇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
＇Cauce 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 a 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 all his servants
Well, 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 a street fighting man
No