Rumspringa - Ben Street, Bill Stewart & Lage Lund

Everywhere I hear the sound Of marching, charging feet boy 'Cause the summer's here And the time is right for Fighting in the street boy Hey think the time is right For a palace revolution Where I live the game to play Is just to compromise my solution What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town There's just no other place For a street fighting man Hey did I tell you that my name Was called disturbance And I'll shout and scream And I'll kill the king and I'll rail at all his servants What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town There's just no place For a street fighting man Everywhere I hear the sound Of marching, charging feet boy 'Cause the summer's here And the time is right for Fighting in the street boy What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town There's just no other place For a street fighting man

I have often walked down this street before But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I several stories high Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live And oh, the towering feeling Just to know somehow you are near The overpowering feeling That any second you may suddenly appear People stop and stare, they don't ---