Ev'rywhere I hear the sound
Of marching charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
Well now, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no
Hey think the time is right
For a palace revolution
But where I live the game
To play is compromise solution
Well now, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n' roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man, no. Get down.
Hey! Said my name is called Disturbance
I'll shout and scream,
I'll kill the King I'll rail at all his servants
Well then what can a poor boy do
except to sing for a Rock and Roll Band
‘Cause in sleepy London Town
There's just no place for Street Fighting Man! No!