Got in my blue Ford coupe
And I took off the brake
Drove down to the land where the hippies rule
In the big ol' City by the Bay
Going down Lombard Street -- hope I don't get too diz-zy
Yeah I don't get motion sickness
But all the pot smoke is choking me

Well I was driving in San Fran,
Driving through a strange and eclectic town
Driving in San Fran,
Where the hills all go straight up and down

Someone's dressed as Elvis
[At] Starbucks on 23rd
He looked like the - height of os-tentation,
But he never said a word
Now, nobody there appeared to see him,
They were too busy painting walls
Said, If you're gay or lesbian,
Call Mayor Gavin N.
Down there at City Hall

Well I was driving in San Fran,
Seems Pac Bell Park is now on its third name
Driving in San Fran,
But the Giants play there just the same

They've got seafood on the table
Chinatown and Union Square
Then when you're shop-ping, check out IKEA
When you need a Swedish chair...
I'll bet you'll find a chair of some kind

Summer smokes marijuana
In a pot club there on Castro Street
She took a long drag on her joint
And she asked me if I'd be --
At the big war protest
And I said perhaps I might
Then she asked --
"Tell me, are you a flower child?"
I said, "Ma'am, you're joking, right?"

Driving in San Fran,
Saw someone acting like a total spaz
Driving in San Fran,
I looked across the bay toward Alcatraz

Driving in San Fran,
Flipped off by somebody in a Prius
Driving in San Fran,
I nearly got hit by a Muni bus

Got in my blue Ford coupe
And got on the freeway
Looked back at the fog that obscured my view
Of the towers of the Golden Gate
Got passed by a black BMW
Guy was messing with his PDA