San Francisco

I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north toward the boulevard
On my own

And Paul Simon and his friends
Singing something about mrs. Robinson
On the radio

And I'm going north
I'm going north
But I won't know where I'm going till I get there
You know I wish you felt the same
Maybe I'll find love in san francisco
I can hear her calling out my name

Ooooh, ooooh
Ooooh, ooooh

My jeans are too tight and my hair is too long
You look at me like I'm a vagabond
Well maybe I am
The sun's going down, the lights come on
I'll keep driving till the day is done
On the 101

I'm going north
I'm going north
But I won't know where I'm going till I get there
You know I wish you felt the same
And maybe I'll find love in san francisco
I can hear her calling out my name

And I won't know where I"m going till I get there
You know I wish you felt the same
And maybe I'll find love in san francisco
I can hear her calling out my name

And I won't know where I'm going till I get there
You know I wish you felt the same
Maybe I'll find love love in san francisco
I can hear her calling out my name
I can hear her calling out my name
I can hear her calling out my name

Ooooh, ooooh
Ooooh, ooooh
Ooooh, ooohooohooo