San francisco nights the animals 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, creates dreams
Walls move, minds to do
On a warm San Francisco night
Old child young child feel alright
On a warm San Francisco night

Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson too
On a warm San Francisco night
Old angels young angels feel alright
On a warm San Francisco 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 alright
On a warm San Francisco night

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

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 creates 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 Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel, 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 ever 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

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San Franciscan Nights Lyrics as written by Danny Mcculloch Barrie Ernest Jenkins

Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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• 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 Davidsons 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 Franciscan.

  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. Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Eric Burdon & The Animals Lyrics

"San Franciscan Nights"

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, 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 piece of mind

Strobe light 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 Davidson's 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

Cops 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

Writer(s): Eric Victor Burdon, Barrie Ernest Jenkins, Vic Briggs, Johnny Weider, Danny McCulloch

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album: "Winds Of Change" (1967)