Intro: A D A D

A                 D                      A
Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, oh, boy

D                 A                      C
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street,

Oh, boy

A               D
But what can a poor boy do
A               D
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
A               D
'Cause in sleepy London  town
A               D                               Solo
There's just no place for a street fighting man

No

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Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But 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
No