San Franciscan Nights

The Animals
Miscellaneous
San Franciscan Nights
Strobe light 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 angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasnt born there
Perhaps Ill die there
Theres no place left to go
San Francisco
Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
Hes 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 dont raise fools
Its an American dream
Includes Indians too