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Intro: 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
Song:
Strobe light's 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-Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angels, young angels feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's noplace left to go
San Francisco...
Cop's face is filled with haight
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