Oh, San Francisco

Where's the little button that needs tying on
I grew up in a place that doesn't need a sign on
You can see it from a mile away, The Golden Gate
The needle in the hay where The Beatles came to play
But I'm falling on my knee, got a scrape
Tape it up everyday, lord knows I can't complain
But when I put the bandaid on
I be looking for the damn next song
Just hoping come on sing along

Oh Oh Oh, I would love to know
What it was like in San Francisco
With the flowers in there hair
And the people that stare
And the Hippies getting trippy and nobody cared

The people with the picket signs finally picked them up
And I would like a four story Victoria
On the top floor smoking sensimilla
With The Grateful Dead, don't you forget
I think we need a little bit of renaissance
Little bit of reservation, little bit of getting lost
And uh, how the houses so empty why you flipping them
Why can't we just get a place to live when all these people gone

Oh Oh Oh, I would love to know
What it was like in San Francisco
With the flowers in there hair
And the people that stare
And the Hippies getting trippy and nobody cared

Oh Oh Oh, I would love to know
What it was like in San Francisco
With the flowers in there hair
And the people that stare
And the Hippies getting trippy and nobody cared

Is it a sin
Where do I begin
I'm just fiending it
I'm just getting sick, when the only cure is music
Are there really other hobbies than just getting lit
Come on, Whoadee
Hop on in, the city on the hill is bubblin its bubblin
The city on the hill is bubblin' its bubblin

Oh Oh Oh, I would love to know
What it was like in San Francisco
With the flowers in there hair
And the people that stare
And the Hippies getting trippy and nobody cared

I would like to know
San Francisco
I would like to know
San Francisco
I would like to know
I would like to know