Well, everywhere 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 sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no

Hey, think the time is right for a [incomprehensible] revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution

But what can a poor boy do?
Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no

A street fighting man

Hey, said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants

So what can a poor boy do?
Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy Hollywood
There's just no place 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