Strobe lights beam,create dreams
Walls move,minds do to
On a warm San Francisco night
Old child,young child feel alright
On a warm San Francisco Night
Angels sing,leather wings
Jeans of blue,Harley Davidsons too
On a warm San Francisco night
Old angels,young angels feel alright
On a warm San Francisco night

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 alright
On a warm San Francisco night

The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes indians too