[Verse 1]
Twin Peaks at the break of day
The fog rolls softly in
Valleys wrapped in silver veils
And city tales begin
Cable-cars climb steep inclines
A music box made of steel
And Victorian ladies paint the hills
In colors from pink to teal
[Chorus]
San Francisco sits on 48 hills
Between the mountains and the Bay
Where fog horns howl and sweet bells toll
While towering bridges guide the way
Through storied streets where old souls meet
And new hopes and dreams rise again
This city built on rock and roll still greets
Dreamers here by land, sea and plane
[Verse 2]
At Coit Tower's epic sunlit crown,
Telegraph Hill stretches out below
And beautiful parrots paint the dawn
In crimson cap and green-feathered flow
North Beach cafes with neon signs aglow
Overflowing with poetry and wine
Where beatnik ghosts still write their songs
In jazzy numbers that rhyme
[Verse 3]
From Chinatown's painted balcony rails
Where dragons guard the gates
Past dim sum carts and fortune tales
Where Jack Kerouac Alley awaits
Then find your way down to pier 39
Where sealions jostle for a spot
And gaze at Alcatraz all stark and proud
Sitting upon its rocky outcrop
[Verse 4]
Cross Golden Gate at the sunset hour
Where the Pacific meets the bay
And Angel Island's new towers rise
Where history's ghosts once stayed
Art Deco Palace grounds and flowers
Provide lots of peace and tranquility
While the Japanese tea gardens
Keep lots of ancient mysteries
[Chorus]
San Francisco sits on 48 hills
Between the mountains and the Bay
Where fog horns howl and sweet bells toll
While towering bridges guide the way
Through storied streets where old souls meet
And new hopes and dreams rise again
This city built on rock and roll still greets
Dreamers here by land, sea and plane
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