Street Fighting Man
Yeah,Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy'Cause summer's hereAnd the time is right for fighting in the street, boyBut what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting man.No
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolutionBut where I live the game to play is compromise solutionWell, then what can a poor boy doExcept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in sleepy London townThere's just no place for a street fighting man.No...no...noGet down!
Hey! Said my name is called disturbanceI'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king,I'll rail at all his servantsWell, what can a poor boy doExcept to sing in a rock 'n' roll band'Cause in sleepy London townThere's no place for a street fighting man.No .... No.... No