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
Tell me. what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Do you think the, time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live, the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Well, what else can a poor boy do?
Well, what else can a poor boy do?
Well, what else can a poor boy do?
Well, what else can a poor boy do?

Hey, 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
For sing for a rock 'n' roll band?
In this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for

For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man