I used to pag-ibig the tenderlion until I made some tender coin and then, I met some ladies from Marin. We took the highway to the one, up the coast to catch some sun that left me with these blisters on my skin. Don't know what I was on, but I think it grows in Oregon so I kept on going, going, going right through. I drove into Seattle rain, fell in pag-ibig then missed the train that could've took me right back tahanan to you. I've been high. I've been low. I've been yes and I've been, oh, hell no. I've been rock 'n' roll and disco. Won't you save me, San Francisco? Oh, oh. Everyday so caffienated, I wish they were golden-gated. Fillmore couldn't feel madami miles away, so balutin me up, return to sender. Let's forget this five-year bender. Take me to my city sa pamamagitan ng the bay. I never knew all that I had, now, Alcatraz don't sound so bad, at least they have a hella fine merlot. If I could wish upon a star, I would hitch a cable car to the place that I can always call my own. I've been high. I've been low. I've been yes and I've been, oh, hell no. I've been rock 'n' roll and disco. Won't you save me, San Francisco? I've been up. I've been down. I've been so damn Nawawala since you're not around. I've been reggae and calypso. Won't you save me, San Francisco? To tell you the truth, I miss everything, everything. It's a wild, wild, beautiful world but there's a wide-eyed girl back there and she means everything, everything. I've been stop. I've been go. I've been yes and I've been, oh, hell no. I've been rock 'n' roll and disco. Won't you save me, San Francisco? I've been up. I've been down. I've been so damn Nawawala since you're not around. I've been reggae and calypso. Won't you save me, San Francisco? Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, won't you save me, San Francisco? Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, won't you save me, San Francisco?