Rolling Stones
Street Fighting
Man
Ev'rywhere I hear the
sound of marching, charging feet, oh, boy.
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street,
Oh, 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 Comporomise 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 he 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 street fighting man!
No! What can a poor boy do except to sing in a Rock 'N' Roll Band.
Well, what can a poor boy do except to sing in a Rock 'N' Roll Band
