San Francisco - Spouse

If you ever take a trip to San Francisco

Don’t stop to push the pretty babies off your lap

And if you’re running out of pills to pop

Before the sonic boom gets out of whack

Take my hand and soon we’ll be in San Francisco

Where almost every place you see is in pastel

Where you take another look at guys who pass you on the street but don’t look

back

Just like a new wave heart attack

If you ever need to crash in San Francisco

Don’t be ashamed to walk right through a stranger’s door

We’ve got sixteen kinds of plants but only seven days to smoke 'em so get gone

And don’t forget to pass the barn

To your neighbor in the john

Here comes a disco queen from mars

They’re sellin' replacement parts for cars

And plastic brains in plastic jars

Don’t ever try to leave that place called San Francisco

I hear that guy’s a little rough but still he’s kind

And if you’re tryin' to remove your sorry self from this here planet then

that’s fine

I’ll only miss you half the time

Here comes a disco queen from mars

She’s sellin' replacement chocolate bars

She’s crowdin' all the crowded bars

Looking for new eighteen-inch plastic stars

She’s selling silicone cigars

She’s selling classy men classic cars

She’s such a disco queen from mars

She’s crowding all the crowded bars

She’s got the disco ball in mars

She’s quite addicted to the stars

…from mars