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, USA

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

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-Davidson 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

Cop's face is filled with hate

Heaven's above, he's on a street called Love

When will they ever learn

Old cop young, cop feel alright

On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are cool, they don't raise fools

It's an American dream includes Indians too