Fuckin' hell fuckin' cunty fuckin' wires everywhere ha ha, bastard (spoken)
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 no place for a street fighting man no, no, no กก
