San Franciscan Nights (Rerecorded)

San Franciscan Nights (Rerecorded) - The Animals

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

And get a leather wings

Jeans of blue Harley Davidsons

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

And we

And we

Everybody

Everybody of there

At the sun is

San Francisco

San Franciscan night

San Franciscan night

San Franciscan

San Franciscan night

San Franciscan

San Franciscan night

San Franciscan night

San Franciscan