Ev'rywhere 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 London Town
There's just no place for Street Fighting Man!
No!

Hey!
Think the time is right for a Palace Revolution
But where I live the game to play
Is compromise solution!

Well then what can a poor boy do
except to sing for a Rock'N'Roll Band
'cause in sleepy London Town
There's just no place for Street Fighting Man!
No!

Hey! Said my name is called Disturbance
I'll shout and scream,
I'll kill the King
I'll rail at all his servants

Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a Rock'N'Roll Band
'cause in sleepy London Town
There's just no place for Street Fighting Man! No!