Lyrics:

''San Franciscan Nights''**lf****lf**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 piece of mind**lf****lf**Strobe light beam, creates dreams**lf**Walls move, minds do too**lf**On a warm San Franciscan night**lf****lf**Old child, young child**lf**Feel all right**lf**On a warm San Franciscan night**lf****lf**Angels sing, leather wings**lf**Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson''s too**lf**On a warm San Franciscan night**lf****lf**Old angel, young angel**lf**Feel all right**lf**On a warm San Franciscan night**lf****lf**I wasn''t born there**lf**Perhaps I''ll die there**lf**There''s no place left to go**lf**San Francisco**lf****lf**Cops face is filled with hate**lf**Heavens above**lf**He''s on a street called ''Love''**lf**When will they ever learn?**lf**Old cop, young cop**lf**Feel all right**lf**On a warm San Franciscan night**lf****lf**The children are cool**lf**They don''t raise fools**lf**It''s an American dream**lf**Includes Indians too**lf**