1. Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy,

2. Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution,

3. Hey! Said my name is called disturbance,

1. 'cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy.

2. 'cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution.

3. I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants.

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!