| 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! |