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