Street Fighting Man

Ev’rywhere 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 a-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
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There’s no place for a street fighting man, no
Get down!
Hey, said my name is called disturbance
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
And then what can a poor boy do
'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There’s no place for a street fighting man, no
Get down!