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 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.



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