Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy

'Cause summer's here and the time is

right for fighting in the street, boy

But what can a poor boy do

'cept 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, what can a poor boy do

'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band

'Cause in sleepy london town

There's just no place for a street fighting man

No!

No!

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

'cept to sing in a rock 'n' roll band

'Cause in sleepy london town

There's just no place for a street fighting man

No!

No!

No!