text: 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
  Theres 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
  Theres 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
  Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill 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
  Theres 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