Strobe Lights Beans
Create Dreams
Wiles Move
Minds Do Too
On a warm San Francisco night
Old child, young child
Feeling alright
On a warm San Francisco night
Angels sing
They got leather wings
Dreams are blue
Holidays are true
On a warm San Francisco night
Old angel, young angel
Feeling alright
On a warm San Francisco night
I was not born there
Perhaps I died there
Yeah, I was not born there
There is no place left to go
Not San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco








Old cop, young cop
Feeling alright
On a warm San Francisco night

It's an American dream
Includes Indians too
And me
And you
Everybody
Everybody out there
Down the San Francisco
San Francisco
Right
You gotta go there soon
San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco
You gotta sing it all the time
San Francisco
Everybody
You gotta sing it all the time