Lyrics:

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 to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy LA town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No

Hey, think the time is right for a wild revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy LA town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No
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 to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy Hollywood
There's just no place for a street fighting man
Street fighting man
Yeah

Street fighting man
Street fighting man
Street fighting man
Street fighting man