Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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.

Chorus

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..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.

Chorus

The children are cool, they don't raise fools,

it's an American dream, includes Indians, too.

Outro

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.