Street Fighting Man

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 (x3) 



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 (x3) 



Well what else can a poor boy do? (x4) 



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 

(x4) 



A street fighting man (x8)