Everywhere I hear the sound
of marching charging feet, boy
'Cause summers here
and the time is right
for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing
for a rock and roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place
for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
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Do you think the time is right
for a palace revolution
Where I live the game
to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
'Cept for sing
for a rock and roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place
for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
<Interlude>
Well what else
can a poor boy do
Well what else
can a poor boy do
Well what else
can a poor boy do
Well what else
can a poor boy do
Hey 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
For sing for a rock roll band
In this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man