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WHERE the debris is flying
The trade for help is crying
Out in 'Frisco;
Where thousands people fearless
Displayed character peerless
Looking in the jaws of death
Out in 'Frisco;
There the people are rebuilding
A city counting millions
Out in 'Frisco;
Out
In
Out in 'Frisco;
In the famous French cafes,
With their little
That's the place where Cupid plays, Frisco
'Frisco;
Where they make their human matches
To end with single scratches
And husbands mix their latches,
Out in 'Frisco;
There the red light is contagious
And their conduct is outrageous,
You get next at Sanguinetti's,
Where the girls forget their pretties
Out in 'Frisco;
And the blood-red native wine
Mixes up the clinging vine,
And she calls you "Baby Mine,"
Out in 'Frisco;
Next day you meet at Tait's
And you hold the dear girl's waist,
Out in 'Frisco;
Copyright 1906, By S. Levy.
Dry Martini, then another,
Then she telephones to mother
She'll take dinner with her brother
Out in 'Frisco;
If in Techau Tavern a crowd
Disturbs your nerves with noises loud
Out in 'Frisco;
You will go just one floor up,
And in privacy will sup,
Close beside your Buttercup,
Out in 'Frisco;
You more quiet wish to be,
You will ask to stop at three,
Just to see what you can see,
Out in 'Frisco;
There you'll find the rooms en suite-
And the "outfit's hard to beat-
Out in 'Frisco;
But if your conscience becomes rife
Because it's another fellow's wife
Just remember this is life,
Out in 'Frisco;
When you finally cash in
And you end this life of sin,
Out in 'Frisco;
They will gently toll a bell,
Plant your carcass in a dell,
No need to go to hell
You're in 'Frisco.
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