Lyrics:
morning, San Francisco
Spending my day sat by the bay
Whiling the hours away
Sipping iced coffee and watching the boats
From a café on Pier 39
They sail
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day weekend show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for
Glitter rock and roll
see him in New York
Even in L.A.
Chigago, Illinois
San Francisco
Dallas, Texas
Don't let him ride
Miami
San Louis
Oh no
Kansans City
Oh no
a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Ma**, haha
Burl Ives - The Whale
(spoken) Here's a song about a whale
with a most amazing appetite.
(sung)
In San Francisco town there lived a whale
Who ate
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day weekend show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for
Glitter rock and roll
asked me where I’m from and I said it’s a long story
I said I haven’t lived in San Francisco that long, I lived in Oakland before
I said I’d rather not
that body like Columbus
Wanna put a ring though, Frodo
Dual wield her titties like akimbo
Bitch got a limo
Fancy gizmos, goin' San Francisco, hit
to San Francisco
Every single moment was so alive
How can I forget your eyes reflected by the sunrise
How can I forget we are ready to die
Rolling
Flirty red wine drinking sexy tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
Then she kissed him and she went away
Far across to San Francisco Bay
You'd
would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven
At this crescent in the sky
Standing
I wish I was in Oslo watching these glaciers melt
I'm gonna sink with San Francisco if they ain't coming back
I hope I am in Oslo when these glaciers
anyone would say
No matter what anyone said
And they said a lot
To you
To me
Everyone thought
There must be another way
The Mayor of San Francisco
Had
here in a bubble we call the west
The streets of East Los Angeles to the San Francisco Bay
Aim for the downtown lights
It's a new America
frying omelets in the San Francisco fog
Her toddler sat by the stove
He was grabbing for the salt
And the pepper too
With the spatula he grinned
Atop his
miss me when I'm gone
I'll miss you all along
Wherever I go
Wherever I am
In San Francisco or in Japan
I hope that you know
That when you're out of sight
With San Francisco on his mind
The boy was a dreamer
And he caught the fever
Of riches money couldn't buy
But his heart was stolen
And held for ransom
"We currently have no service in the transbay tube. Once again there is no Bart service from San Francisco to the East Bay. There's also no service
your vega
We'll make San Francisco like Jamaica
I don't even fuck with all you haters
The bottom line is making all that paper
Like TNT imma bout
biz
Damn I'm so fucking lonely
All alone on this fucking trolley
Riding down the San Francisco streets
Pickin myself up piece by piece
Walking across
my mind’s eye
Plant roots in pretty places
Just to have a good time
But lately San Francisco got me so occupied
I really should go see you once then
memories on this nervous evening
Seems like an era since we left San Francisco
And as we watch the great wave receding
We realize history is hard to know
We
dick go (Goddamn)
Just got my rap check man it came straight up from Distro
I know a hoe that wanna fuck in San Francisco
Aye let's fuck, it go
Now I hit
hit my phone when I'm sleeping
Bringing my clique up with a beacon
Cliffhanger i'm the end of a season
Catch your bitch with me in San Francisco next
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