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 do too
On a warm
San Franciscan night
Old child young
child feel alright
On a warm San
Franciscan night
Angels sing
leather wings
Jeans of blue Harley
Davisons too
On a warm
San Franciscan night
Old angels young
angels feel alright
On a warm San
Franciscan 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
Franciscan night
The children are cool
they don't raise fools
It's an American dream
includes Indians too