San Franciscan Nights

Mmm, I feel so good today
Mmm, some things that I gotta say
Mmm, there's a place that I gotta go
And the name is San Francisco
San Francisco, San Francisco
Yeah

Strobe lights beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Jeff Hardey's too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Freaks on the street, freaks on the sky
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there
Maybe I'll die
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 up tight
On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are so cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians and Negroes
And, everybody too, baby

I've got to go there
My heart and soul is there (hey!)
It's all right
San Francisco
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