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