Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy

'Cause summer's here and the time is right

For fighting in the street, boy

Then what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for a street fighting man

Hey, think the time is right for a palace revolution

But where I live the game to play is compromise solution

Then what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for a street fighting man

Hey, said my name is called disturbance

I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants

Well, what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for a street fighting man

No!

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy

'Cause summer's here and the time is right

For fighting in the street, boy

Then what can a poor boy do

Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in sleepy London town there's just no place for a street fighting man

No!