An Old Rai

(Mick Jagger / Keith Richards)

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 boyHey think the time is right
for a palace revolutionWhere I live the game to play
is just to compromise my solutionWhat 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 disturbanceAnd I'll shout and scream
and I'll kill the king and I'll rail at all his servantsWhat 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 manEverywhere I hear the sound
of marching, charging feet boy'Cause the summer's here
and the time is right for fighting in the street boyWhat 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

(Ewan McColl)

Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canalKissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old townI heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fireSmelled the spring on the sulfured wind
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old townWe're goin' to take a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fireAnd we'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old townDirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
And oh we'll chop you downOh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old townAnd oh whoa-oh dirty old town
Chop you down one of these days

(Rod Stewart)

I was born and raised the only son of a lawyer
till I was approximately the age of four or perhaps five
I lost both my mother and my father
Killed in a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
which robbed me of the sight of the morning sunAnd that ain't all
A homeless child for the next five years
with my dog Clown by my side and my only friend Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I fought my way through schoolSound and touch the thing on which I could depend
And you know what the, the, the kids down my street weren't too playful
And right then it seemed like the whole world picked on meAnd ah yeah
I worked my fingers to the boneStretchin' hide for a boot man in Jersey Town
But then, but then I lost the last thing I had
When fate reared its ugly head and took my dog Clown
I wandered way up north found a girl that loved like a woman
Sixteen years old and felt like a woman
But, but, but, but, but what I'm trying to say is
God please don't take her away from meI lost everything that I ever had
you kicked my name into the dirtTread my name into the dirt yeah
I lost everything that I ever had you kicked my name into the dirt
What could I do I never knew how much love could hurt me
But it never ever come my way beforeNo, no, no, no, no
I never knew how much love could hurt me
Good God it ain't never come my way before
Oh but, but you know what I'm trying to sayreally what I'm trying to say is
God please don't take her away from meAh turn it down
I lost everything that I ever had you kicked my name into the dirt
You got a lotta lotta lost everything that I ever had ever had

(Michael D'Abo)

Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other sideEver seen a young girl growing old
trying to make herself a bride So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you ofThe handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buyBabyOnce I was a young man
and all I thought I had to do was smileYou are still a young girl
and you bought everything in styleListenBut once you think you're in you're out
'cause you don't mean a single thing withoutthe handbags and the gladrags
that your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Sing a song of six-pence for your sakeAnd take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cakeAnd bake them all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all awaythe handbags and the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy
They told me you missed school todaySo I suggest you just throw them all away
the handbags and the gladragsthat your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy ya