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 'n' 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
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 'n' 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
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 'n' 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