Street Fighting

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 But 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, then 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! Said 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 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

Everywhere I hear the sound Of marching, charging feet boy 'Cause the summer's here And the time is right for Fighting in the street boy Hey think the time is right For a palace revolution Where I live the game to play Is just to compromise my solution What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town There's just no other place For a street fighting man Hey did I tell you that my name Was called disturbance And I'll shout and scream And I'll kill the king and I'll rail at all his servants What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town There's just no place For a street fighting man Everywhere I hear the sound Of marching, charging feet boy 'Cause the summer's here And the time is right for Fighting in the street boy What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause you see bein' London town There's just no other place For a street fighting man