Well, everywhere 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 sing for a rock 'n' roll band   'Cause in sleepy L.A. town   There's just no place for a street fighting man, no      Hey, think the time is right for a [incomprehensible] revolution   'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution      But what can a poor boy do?   Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band   'Cause in sleepy L.A. town   There's just no place for a street fighting man, no      A street fighting man      Hey, said my name is called disturbance   I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants      So what can a poor boy do?   Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band   'Cause in sleepy Hollywood   There's just no place 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