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.