Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, oh boy
Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, oh boy
But what can a poor boy do except sing for a Rock'n'Roll band
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Hey! Think the time is right for a place 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
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king I'll rail at his servants
Well what can a poor boy do except sing for a Rock'n'Roll band