Barclay James Harvest - The Streets Of San Francisco lyrics

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.