San Francisco Fan

(albüm: Joe Jackson's Jumpin' Jive - 1981)

San Francisco Fan
Loved a no-good gambling man
She drank the coffee dregs
So she could fry his eggs In a golden frying pan

Can-can-ed by command Of the Gold Rush Cafe Clan
She gave her man her pay
He gambled it away
Playing Chinatown fan-tan

Once they caught him cheating
And he knew that he was beaten
When a miner aimed a pistol at his head
Fanny when she'd seen him Ran and jumped right in between 'em
And she stopped a dozen slugs of poison lead

There was Fanny dying
While a hundred men stood crying
And the angels up above were crying too
When seven horses started dragging
Fanny's coffin in a wagon
Through a dusty Californian avenue

San Francisco Fan
Gave her life to save her man
A man who wasn't worth
A shovelful of earth
From the grave of San Francisco Fan

San Francisco Fan
Loved a no-good gambling man
She drank the coffee dregs
So she could fry his eggs
In a golden frying pan

San Francisco Fan
Gave her life to save her man
A man who wasn't worth
A shovelful of earth
From the grave of San Francisco Fan