Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
Because summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy

But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock & roll band
Because in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man
No

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution

But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock & roll band
Because in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man
No

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants

But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock & roll band
Because in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man
No