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