"Street Fighting Man" Lyrics

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