Call out the instigators
Because there’s something in the air
We got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution’s here
And you know it’s right
And you know that it’s right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Hey, think the time is right
For a palace revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play
Is compromise solution
Well, now what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London Town
There’s just no place for street fighting man, no
Well now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come outta’ the cupboard, ya’ boys and girls
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
A foggy day, in London town
Had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
British Museum, had lost its charm
I’ll tell you once more
Before I get off the floor
Don’t bring me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
You come on with the “come on”
You don’t fight fair, that’s OK, see if I care
Knock me down, it’s all in vain
I get right back up on my feet again
They got a little place across the track
The name of the place is I like it like that
Now, you take Sally and I’ll take Sue
And we are gonna rock away all our blues
Come on (come on, let me show you where it’s at)
Come on (come on, let me show you where it’s at)
Come on (come on, let me show you where it’s at)
The name of the place is I like it like that
Now you’re punching and you’re kicking and you’re shouting at me
I’m relying on your common decency
So far it hasn’t surfaced, but I’m sure it exists
It just takes awhile to travel from your head to your fist
There’s trouble on the street tonight
I can feel it in my bones, I had a premonition
That he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded
But I didn’t think he’d kill
Everything exploded and the blood began to spill
And the man in the back said, “Everyone attack”
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said, “Boy, I want to warn you
It’ll turn into a ballroom blitz”
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by Brother, you don’t know a nicer occupation Matter of fact, neither do I
Early in the evenin’ just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they’re starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner tryin’ to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin’
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
North side, east side
Little Willy, Willy wears the crown, he’s the king around town
Dancing, glancing
Willy drives them silly with his star shoe shimmy shuffle down
Along came a native girl
Did a native dance
It was like a paradise
Put me in a trance
Goin’ shimmy, shimmy ko-ko-bop
Shimmy, shimmy bop
Shimmy, shimmy ko-ko-bop
Shimmy, shimmy bop
I told the witch doctor, I was in love with you
Doh, doh, doh, doh
And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do
He told me
Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang
When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling!
Do you want to ride
See yourself going by
The other side of the sky
I’ve got a silver machine