San Franciscan Nights

Eric Burdon (KARAOKE by SIES)

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 allright
On a warm San Franciscan night.

The children are cool
They don't raise fools,
It's an American dream,
Includes Indians too.

Soft karaoke
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