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