Street Fighting Man (Live)

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy

'Cause the summer's here and the time is right

For fighting in the street, boy

Well, 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 a street fighting man, no

Said, the time is right for a palace revolution

'Cause where I live, the game to play is compromise solution

Well, 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 a street fighting man, no

Ay, said 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

Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in sleepy London town, there's just no place

For a street fighting man, no

No, get down, boy, oh