San Franciscan Nights

Strobe lights beam, creates dreams

Walls move, minds do, too

On a warm San Franciscan night

Old child, young child feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night

Angels sing, leather wings

Jens of blue, Harley Davidsons too

On a warm San Franciscan nights

Young angel, old angel feel all right

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

A cop's face is filled with hate

Heavens above he's on a street called love

When will they ever learn?

Young cop, old cop feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there

Perhaps I'll die there

'Cos there's no place left to go

San Francisco

Young child, old child feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night

Young angel, old angel feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night