San Franciscan Nights

This following program is dedicated to the city and people of

San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and

So is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer

Cannot understand it particularly those of you who are

European residents, save up all your bread and fly trans love

Airways to San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand

The song, it will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song, but

For the sake of your own peace of mind

Strobe lights beam, creates dreams

Walls move, minds to do

On a warm San Francisco night

Old child young child feel alright

On a warm San Francisco night

Angels sing, leather wings

Jeans of blue, Harley Davisons too

On a warm San Francisco night

Old angels young angels feel alright

On a warm San Francisco night

I wasn't born there, perhaps I'll die there

There's no place left to go, San Francisco

Cop's face is filled with hate

Heavens above he's on a street called love

When will they ever learn

Old cop young cop feel alright

On a warm San Francisco night

The children are cool

They don't raise fools

It's an american dream

Includes Indians too