Well, 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
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a Rock and Roll band?

'Cause in sleepy L.A Town
There's just no place for a street-fighting man
No

Hey, think the time is right for a wild Revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise-solution
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a Rock and Roll band?

'Cause in sleepy L.A Town
There's just no place for a street-fighting man, no
Street-fighting man

Hey, said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the King, I'll rail at all his servants
So what can a poor boy do
Except sing for a Rock and Roll Band?

'Cause in sleepy Hollywood
There's just no place for a street-fighting man
Street-fighting man

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Street-fighting man
Street-fighting man
Street-fighting man
Street-fighting man

Ooh, yow

Copyright: Abkco Music Inc., Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Keith Richards, Mick Jagger