Rolling Stones

Ev'rywhere I hearthe sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in thestreet, boy
But 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! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cauce 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