When I see you, San Francisco I'm confused
By your flashy cars, your yoga stars, your china-town and it brings me down
When the clouds come from the ocean
And my eyes follow your every motion
Ah, San Francisco

Do want to go and see the markets and the trolleys and the hobos and the Mexican food?
Want to go out to get trashed or try and get some ass or hang around some artsy-fartsy dudes?
Want to find a spiritual teaching or an art museum it all depends on your mood...