Street fighting man

Everywhere I, hear the sound of, marching, charging feeeeet, booooy..
'Cause summers here and the time is right for, fighting in the streeeeeet, booooooy...
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 revo-luuuutiooooon..
Where I live the, game to play is, Compromise Soluuuuutiooooon..
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 Distuuuuurbaaaance..
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his seeeervaaaants..
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!!
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!!