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