Mmm, I feel so good today Mmm, some things that I gotta say Mmm, there's a place that I gotta go And the name is San Francisco San Francisco, San Francisco Yeah ♪ Strobe lights beam, creates dreams Walls move, minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night Old angel, young angel Feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing, leather wings Jeans of blue, Jeff Hardey's too On a warm San Franciscan night Freaks on the street, freaks on the sky Feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night I wasn't born there Maybe I'll die 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 up tight On a warm San Franciscan night The children are so cool They don't raise fools It's an American dream Includes Indians and Negroes And, everybody too, baby I've got to go there My heart and soul is there (hey!) It's all right San Francisco One, two, three, four