San Franciscan Nights

Written by: Eric Burdon / John Weider /
Barry Jenkins / Danny McCulloch / Vic Briggs
Artist: The Animals
From the album:Winds of Change
Originally released: 1967

[SPOKEN]
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.