The Streets Of San Francisco Lyrics by Barclay James Harvest
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On a cold misty night
At the corner of Haight
She stood with a Colt 45

The gun in her hand
Awaiting her man
A victim to take by surprise

She's the Golden Gate Park killer
She's the scourge of Frisco Bay
Where she got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But who left her out of hand
Now she's out to take revenge on every man
As she stands there with a pistol in her hand

The victim arrives
She looks in his eyes
He goes for the gun in her hand

Karl Malden was great (unlike the film, though)
But just a bit late (this was the real show)
And got it right between the eyes

She's the Golden Gate Park killer
She's the scourge of Frisco Bay
Where she got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But who left her out of hand
Now she's out to take revenge on every man
As she stands there with a pistol in her hand
On a cold misty night   At the corner of Haight   She stood with a Colt 45      The gun in her hand   Awaiting her man   A victim to take by surprise      She's the Golden Gate Park killer   She's the scourge of Frisco Bay   Where she got herself beat up and left for dead   By a man she felt true love for   But who left her out of hand   Now she's out to take revenge on every man   As she stands there with a pistol in her hand      The victim arrives   She looks in his eyes   He goes for the gun in her hand      Karl Malden was great (unlike the film, though)   But just a bit late (this was the real show)   And got it right between the eyes      She's the Golden Gate Park killer   She's the scourge of Frisco Bay   Where she got herself beat up and left for dead   By a man she felt true love for   But who left her out of hand   Now she's out to take revenge on every man   As she stands there with a pistol in her hand