Frisco Flo was just a typical gal,
Frisco Flo was just a regular my-gal-Sal
Frisco Flo was just as sharp as a tack
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.
Though she's gone, we go on,
Like a flame, we carry onward in the name of Frisco Flo! | |
