San Francisco Blues Lyrics

Baby's got her head in a noose
Says she's confused
Says she's not in the mood

Baby's got me caught on the knife
Caught on the knife
Caught on the knife

Baby do you see I'm out there
Do you even care?
Do you even care?

Stick another wasp up your nose
It's starting to take hold
Darlin' it must be cold

You should just go there, San Francisco
Bring me back a souvenir
A Desmond Bagley, a Martha Reeves, a terry towelling
A souvenir

It'll be alright
If you end it now tonight
Half the price
Oooo

Baby's got her head in a noose
She says she's confused
She says she's not in the mood

Baby's got me caught on the knife
Caught on the knife
Caught on the knife

Baby do you see I'm out there
Do you even care?
Do you even care?

Stick another wasp up your nose
It's starting to take hold
God damn it must be cold

You should just go there, San Francisco
Bring me back a souvenir
A Rita Hayworth, a Desmond Bagley, a Martha Reeves
A souvenir

It'll be alright
If you end it now tonight
Half the price
Oooo