everywhere i hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
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 scream, i'll kill the king, i'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 |