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