West Coast Valentino

Say, haven’t we met before? Somewhere else, on a dance floor?
You were dressed to kill in something powder blue
And, I took you out there dancin’,
I took you out there dancing, romancing to the legendary que.
Said, ‘I’m the guy from San Francisco who got decked out to the Nines just for you.'

Was the night of New Year’s Eve in San Francisco
And the Dead were closing down the Hall of Winterland
And the bar was filled with smoke, and yet I saw you
Alone, and I knocked upon your table, said ‘Are you able to tango indiscreet?’
You were the girl from Ipanema who took me out there swayin’ to the beat. 

CHORUS    Ooh, he’s a bad boy, don’t listen to his lies
                   Ooh, he’s a bad boy, you can see it in his eyes
                   Ooh, you better run now girl, while you got the chance
‘Cause he’s gonna flash them eyes on you, then he’s comin’ on in so fast
He’s a WEST COAST VALENTINO – he ain’t thinkin’ about no dance 

Say, didn’t we chart a boat and sail for Sausalito
And drink margaritas, the bitters and the lime
Just for fun we jumped ashore on Angel Island
The moon above was cryin’, a siren in the night as we flew
Under the Golden Gate, which I just so happened to have them build for you 
 

BRIDGE: He's a West Coast Valentino (3x)

Say, haven’t we met before? Somewhere else, on a dance floor?
You were dressed to kill in something paisley green…

© Rick Cabral circa 1977