San Franciscan Nights Songtext

von Harpo

Strobe light beam, creates dreams,
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night.

Old child, young child, feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night.

Angels sing, leather wings,
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Young angel, old angel, feel all right
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.

A cops face is filled with hate.
Heavens above, he's on a street called love.
When will they ever learn?
Young cop, old cop, feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night.

I wasn't born there,
Perhaps I'll die there.
Cause there's no place left to go.
San Francisco.

Young child, old child, feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night.
Young angel, old angel, feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night.