On a cold misty night
On the corner of Haight
She stood with a Colt forty-five
The gun in her hand
Awaiting her man
A victim to take by surprise
She's the Golden Gate Park k**er
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 k**er
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
Repeat Chorus