Lyrics San Francisco Blues - Stephen Fretwell

San Francisco Blues

Baby’s got her head in a noose
Says she’s confused
Says she’s not in the mood
Baby’s got me caught on the knife
Caught on the knife
Caught on the knife
Baby do you see I’m out there
Do you even care?
Do you even care?
Stick another wasp up your nose
It’s starting to take hold
Darlin' it must be cold
You should just go there, San Francisco
Bring me back a souvenir
A Desmond Bagley, a Martha Reeves, a terry towelling
A souvenir
It’ll be alright
If you end it now tonight
Half the price
Oooo
Baby’s got her head in a noose
She says she’s confused
She says she’s not in the mood
Baby’s got me caught on the knife
Caught on the knife
Caught on the knife
Baby do you see I’m out there
Do you even care?
Do you even care?
Stick another wasp up your nose
It’s starting to take hold
God damn it must be cold
You should just go there, San Francisco
Bring me back a souvenir
A Rita Hayworth, a Desmond Bagley, a Martha Reeves
A souvenir
It’ll be alright
If you end it now tonight
Half the price
Oooo