Street Fighting Man

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 'n' Roll band
 'Cause in sleepy London town
 There's just no place for a street fighting man, no
 Hey so the time is right for a palace revolution
 'Cause 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 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 no place for a street fighting man, no