Street Fighting Man

Ev＇rywhere 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! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
＇Cauce 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 just 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 just no place for a street fighting man
No