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

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