Street Fighting Man Lyrics

Turn it up

Everywhere I hear the sounds
Of marching, charging feet, boy
′Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the streets, boy

Well, tell me what can a poor boy do?
′Xcept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
In a sleepy London town, there′s just no place for
A street fighting man, no
(Hit it)

Well, my names it′s caused disturbance
I'll shout and scream
I′ll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants

And tell me what can a poor boy do?
′Xcept to sing for a rock 'n′ roll band
In a sleepy London town there's just no place for
A street fighting man, no
(Hey)