a saloon of a town, whiskey-ed and wild,
sailors in port, miners in town,
Frisco is a fever, a gold fever,
the passionate port of call just beyond the civil and mild.
a wild west town on the outskirts of China,
paper dragons, buzzing neon, a firecracker of a place,
seductive dolls dressed in embroidered silk,
Frisco is a dream, an exotic dream,
the stuff of opium smoke and Shanghai-ed souls.
open your eyes and behold her golden doors,
open your ears and hear her streetcar bells,
open your arms and embrace her Barbary breasts,
Frisco is a love, a wild-eyed love,
the Saturday night out for the rest of the world.