Fucking hell!
I´m covered in fucking wires everywhere, bastards!

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!

Guitar!

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!