Everywhere I hear the sound of marchingcharging feetboy
’cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the streetboy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
’cept for sing for a rock ’n’ roll band
’cause in this sleepy l.a. town
There’s 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
There’s 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
I’ll shout and screamI’ll kill the kingI’ll 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
There’s 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
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




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