Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There′s a super cool band yeah With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets Practicing their lines
I don′t want to hear you (Kick me out, kick me out) I don′t want to hear, you know (Kick me out, kick me out) I don′t want to hear you (Kick me out, kick me out) I don′t want to hear you I don′t want to hear your...
Fake Tales of San Fransisco Echo through the air And there′s a few bored faces in the back All wishing they weren′t there
And as the microphone squeaks A young girl′s telephone beeps Yeah she′s dashing for the exit And she′s running to the streets outside "Oh you′ve saved me," she screams down the line "The band aren′t very good And I′m not having a nice time"
I don′t want to hear you (Kick me out, kick me out) I don′t want to hear, you know (Kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah but his bird thinks it′s amazing, though So all that′s left Is the proof that love′s not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he′s from Hunter′s Bar I don′t quite know the distance But I′m sure that′s far Yeah I′m sure that′s pretty far
And yeah, I′d love to tell you all my problem You′re not from New York City, you′re from Rotherham So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
I’ll take you back to 1965 Let’s hit the city of freedom, like old times It’s getting dirty Underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me count the butterflies
One, two, three Let’s bring it on Keep on dancing in the streets of love French kissing on JFK drive Till we crash at the beach Where we watch the sun rise
Tell me what you waiting for
We’re crossing the golden gate Party at the frisco bay
[Chorus]
Wake me up in San Francisco
We knew the power is in your head, girl Party everywhere, girl
I Wake me up in San Francisco
Where the love is in the air All the people stop and stare
Baby take me back to the city of love To the place that I’ve been dreaming of
San Francisco…
Wake me up in San Francisco
[Verse 2]
It’s 10 pm Getting ready for the night Wanna be a hippie when the city’s getting high I’m cruising down Broadway, you on my side Pulling over my pink rover at the hungry eye
One, two, three Let’s bring it on DJ play my favorite beats All night long Poppin’ some bottles, champagne, red wine And we both giddy up on the rooftop And watch the city lights
Tell me what you waiting for We’re crossing the golden gate Party at the Frisco bay
[Chorus]
Wake me up in San Francisco
We knew the power is in your head, girl Party everywhere, girl
I Wake me up in San Francisco
Where the love is in the air All the people stop and stare
Baby take me back to the city of love To the place that I’ve been dreaming of
San Francisco…
Wake me up in San Francisco
[Bridge]
We’re playing songs of life Like it’s 69 We singing, dance, under the sun of San Francisco Stars shine so bright on the city tonight
We’re crossing the golden gate Party at the Frisco bay
[Chorus]
Wake me up in San Francisco
We knew the power is in your head, girl Party everywhere, girl
I Wake me up in San Francisco
Where the love is in the air All the people stop and stare
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If you′re going to San Francisco Be should to wear some flowers in your head If you go to San Francisco You′re gonna meet some gentle people there In the street If you come In the street If you come In the street If you come In the street If you come to San Francisco
Paris London L.A. Chicago Tokio Bagdad New York Hear the Global deejays Moscow Memphis Capetown Dallas Amsterdam Boston Berlin San-Fran-cisco
If you′re going to San Francisco Be should to wear some flowers in your head If you go to San Francisco You′re gonna meet some gentle people (some gentle people, some gentle people, some gentle people) In the street If you come In the street If you come In the street If you come In the street If you come to San Francisco