Street Figth Man

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

cause summers 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

Theres just no place for a 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

Theres no place for a street fighting man

No

Hey! said my name is called disturbance

Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill raid 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

Theres no place for a street fighting man

No

The Rolling Stones