San Franciscan Nights

SPOKEN

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 Translove 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 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 angel, young angel feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night.

I wasn't born there,

Perhaps I'll die there

There's no place left to go

San Francisco.

[instrumental interlude]

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.

The children are cool

They don't raise fools,

It's an American dream,

Includes Indians too.

[instrumental to end]