Eric Burdon & the Animals San Francisco Nights Lyrics

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 U.S.A.,
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 create dreams
walls move minds do too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old child young child feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
angels sing leather wings
jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old angels young angels feel alright
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 even learn .....
old cop young cop feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
the children are cool
they don't raise fools
it's an american dream
includes indians too.