Ev'rywhere 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 and Roll band
Cause in sleep 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 compromise solution
But what can a poor boy do,
Hey! said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and screen, i'll kill the King i'll rail at all his servants
But what can a poor boy do,