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



But 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



Hey, think the time is right for a palace revolution

But where I live the game to play is compromise solution



Well, 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



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