Street Fighting Man

Well, 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 and Roll band?'Cause in sleepy L.A Town
There's just no place for a street-fighting man
NoHey, think the time is right for a wild Revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise-solution
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a Rock and Roll band?'Cause in sleepy L.A Town
There's just no place for a street-fighting man, no
Street-fighting manHey, said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the King, I'll rail at all his servants
So what can a poor boy do
Except sing for a Rock and Roll Band?'Cause in sleepy Hollywood
There's just no place for a street-fighting man
Street-fighting manYeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeahStreet-fighting man
Street-fighting man
Street-fighting man
Street-fighting manOoh, yow