Frisco Flo was just a typical gal, woah
Frisco Flo was just a regular my-gal-Sal
Frisco Flo was just as sharp as a tack, woah oh
Frisco Flo, for a fellow would give the shirt right off of her 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 heaven, I know
Here below
We love the memory of Frisco Flo

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Though she's gone, we go on
Like a flame, we carry onward in the name of Frisco Flo