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

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!

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!