Well everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here, the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock and roll band?
This sleepy Jersey town, it ain't no place for a street fighting man
I think the time is right for a palace revolution
Except where I live the game they play is compromise solution
Tell me what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock and roll band?
This sleepy Jersey town, it ain't no place for a street fighting man
Now hey, I'm here tonight to say my name is called "Disturbance"
I shout, I sing, I kill the king and rail at all his servants
Tell me what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock and roll band
This sleepy Jersey town, it ain't no place for a street fighting man
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