Letra de Street fighting man

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 ´n´ roll band
´Cause in sleepy London town
There´s 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
There´s just no place for a street fighting man, no

Hey, said 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, no