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 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! Think the time is right for a palace revolution

＇Cauce 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 London town

There＇s just no place for a street fighting man

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

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