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

Old angel, young 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

Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
He's on a street called "Love"
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are cool
They don′t raise fools
It′s an American dream
Includes Indians too