San Francisco Fan 
Loved a no-good gamblin' man; 
She drank the coffee dregs so she could fry his eggs 
In a golden fryin' pan. 
Can-canned 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 cheatin' 
And he knew that he was beaten, 
When a miner aimed a pistol at his head, 
Fanny, when she seen 'em, 
Ran and jumped right inbetween 'em, 
And she stopped a dozen slugs of poison lead. 
There was Fanny dyin' 
While a hundred men were cryin' 
And the angels up above were cryin', too; 
When seven horses started draggin' 
Fanny's coffin in a wagon 
Down a dusty California 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 
Gave her life to save a man, 
A man who wasn't worth a shovelful of earth 
From the grave of San Francisco Fan.