The Animals - San Francisco Nights

This following program is dedicated to
The city and people of san Francisco
Who may not know it but
They are beautiful and
So is their city this is
A very personal song, so if the viewer
Cannot understand it particularly those
Of you who are european residents
Save up all your bread and fly trans love
Airways to San Francisco USA
Then maybe you'll understand
The song, it will be worth it, if
Not for the sake of this song, but
For the sake of your own peace of mind

Strobe lights beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds to do
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 Davisons 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

Written by:
BARRIE ERNEST JENKINS, DANNY MCCULLOCH, ERIC VICTOR BURDON, JOHNNY WEIDER, VIC BRIGGS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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