Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manDo you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting manA street fighting man (x3)Well what else can a poor boy do? (x4)Hey 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
For sing for a rock 'n' roll band
In this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for
For a street fighting manA street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting manA street fighting man
Songwriters
RICHARDS, KEITH / JAGGER, MICKPublished by
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