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 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
Well then what 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
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
For a street fighting man
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