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, I think the time is right for a calmness 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 West Coast town, there's just no place for a street fighting man

No

Oh, no

Hey, said my name is called disturbance

And I'll shout and scream that I'll kill the king and rail at all his servants

Well, 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

Oh, no

Oh, no

No, no, no

Oh, no

A street fighting man, no