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!