Strobe Lights BeansCreate DreamsWiles MoveMinds Do TooOn a warm San Francisco nightOld child, young childFeeling alrightOn a warm San Francisco nightAngels singThey got leather wingsDreams are blueHolidays are trueOn a warm San Francisco nightOld angel, young angelFeeling alrightOn a warm San Francisco nightI was not born therePerhaps I died thereYeah, I was not born thereThere is no place left to goNot San FranciscoSan FranciscoSan FranciscoSan FranciscoSan FranciscoOld cop, young copFeeling alrightOn a warm San Francisco nightIt's an American dreamIncludes Indians tooAnd meAnd youEverybodyEverybody out thereDown the San FranciscoSan FranciscoRightYou gotta go there soonSan FranciscoSan FranciscoSan FranciscoSan FranciscoYou gotta sing it all the timeSan FranciscoEverybodyYou gotta sing it all the time