D On a cold misty nightE At the corner of HaightEm D She stood with a Colt Forty-FiveD The gun in her handE Awaiting her manEm D A victim to take by surpriseD A G She's the Golden Gate Park killerD A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bayD G A Where she got herself beat up and left for deadD A G By a man she felt true love forD A G But who left her out of handD G A Now she's out to take revenge on every manD G D As she stands there with a pistol in her handD The victim arrivesE She looks in his eyesEm D He goes for the gun in her handD Karl Malden was greatE But just a bit lateEm D And got it right between the eyesD A G She's the Golden Gate Park killerD A G She's the scourge of 'Frisco bayD G A Where she got herself beat up and left for deadD A G By a man she felt true love forD A G But who left her out of handD G A Now she's out to take revenge on every manD G D As she stands there with a pistol in her hand