Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

On a cold misty night 

On 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