Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause 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, yeah
I say hey, and the time is right for a palace revolution
But 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
I say hey, and 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, I know
I know, hey baby
I know, I know