Frisco Flo was just a regular gal, whoa whoa whoa Frisco Flo was just a regular my-gal-Sal Frisco Flo was just as sharp as a tack, whoa whoa whoa Frisco Flo, for a fellow would give the shirt right off of his back She knew the smallies and the biggies, the weak and the strong A sinner, no beginner, at kicking the gong But with it all, she always knew the right from the wrong Love thy neighbor was her favorite song Frisco Flo is up in a heaven, I know, who whoa whoa Here below We love the memory of Frisco Flo Though she's gone, we go on Like a play, we carry onward in the name of Frisco Flo