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
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 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 Davidsons 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
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 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 uptight
 On a warm San Franciscan night
 The children are cool, they don't raise fools
 It's an American dream, includes Indians too