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Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But a-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

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Well, we were just another band out of Boston
On the road and tryin' to make ends meet
Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars
And we practiced right on out in the street
No, we didn't have much money
We barely made enough to survive
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play, people came alive

 

Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin'
Getting' crazy, anticipatin'
Love and music, play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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A pint of beer and a pretty girl, a pack of Camel Lights
Sweaty little men worship those Southern girls in tights
And we keep on playin' the songs that no one wants to hear
Sweaty little man just shot a hundred-dollar bill without a care
 

And we play from ten to two, but we work from noon to four
Try to make a guarantee, try to make points on the door
No one tells us what to do, no one tells us where to go
One more bottle for this happy hour hero

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