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[ti:1] [ar:1] [al:195343] 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