The Streets Of San Francisco Lyrics - Singles - Barclay James Harvest

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 

(The victim arrives) 

She looks in his eyes 

(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 

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