(Burdon/Briggs/Weider/Jenkins/McCulloch)    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